Songs I could listen to on infinite repeat: #1 in a fairly short list

Here It Is Again” by Beautiful South

It opens with a head­long rolling bassline. Then a piano starts to tin­kle over­top of the bass.

Here it is again it’s so so mad
Turn­ing young and hap­py into old and sad
Here it is again just passed by chance
All the way to the lawyer from a slop­py dance
It was anoth­er hol­i­day argument
But she threw him into the sea
A glass bot­tomed boat pulled him up
His face was rot­ting in weed
It was rot­ting in weed, I’ve seen those peo­ple bleed
If it nev­er hap­pens well it hap­pened to me

Do you know who you love
Does any­body here have a clue
Just who they’re with
And it was glance by glance
And it was blow by blow
Did they know
Just who they loved

At some point the strings come in. I’m nev­er sure if they’re there before I notice them, or if they’re just insert­ed so smooth­ly that I don’t notice when it happens.

Here it is again in the same disguise
Clean shoes, smart tie and deep blue eyes
Here it is again and it makes you sick
Watch the blind man walk along with­out a stick
Heads he was a beau­ti­ful lover
Tails he was def­i­nite­ly bad
Heads you’re like no other
Tails just the best he’d had

You’re the best he’s had
You’re the best so far
All the way to the church from the back of a car

The voice is husky and charm­ing, but there’s a sense of urgency to it. You’re nev­er sure if it’s fear or anger or sor­row dri­ving the words. You just know that you need the song to go on longer. Maybe forever.

Do you know who you love
Does any­body here have a clue
Just who they’re with
And it was glance by glance
And it was blow by blow
Did they know
Just who they loved
Just who they loved
Just who they loved
Just who they loved
Just who they loved

And then you press rewind and lis­ten to it again, so loud that the bass threat­ens to destroy your cheap car speak­ers. Let ’em go. What a way for them to die.

Then you see the girl in the next car, giv­ing you a fun­ny look because she’s caught you singing along. Oh well.