… horizontally speaking he’s at his very best.
For one of such emotion, Wainwright summons great composure from every touch of key and crackle of throat. It’s a song that would bring a crowd to calm and stillness, but for applause at songs end. I’m in love with the piano pumping blood, with the voice of such great bravery – you can only help but feel privileged to be part of this, to be a witness. A distinct voice, a wandering eye over diary entries, a spillage of heart-discovery for you and for me. One of few songs to bring me to tears.
… and long for the day when I’ll cling to him.
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It’s alright.
What a wonderful song, thanks for sharing it.
It’s like the soft thigh of a lady coated in honey, and you’re delving in; all the while she’s telling you her most inner secrets. That, my friend, is better than alright. Rather delicious. Quite so.
Dunno about that one.