It Will Always Come To Find You, It Will Always Hear You Cry
This song, with Keith Richards for added legitimacy, is one of my favorite ever. Again, Tom sings in myths, he hums like a detuned radio. Dear God, there’s so much of me that’s lain dormant.
You say that it’s gospel, but I know it’s only church.
Many miles away, something crawls from the slime, at the bottom of a dark Scottish loch. It’s a great song. It gets to me the way the Pogues can, sometimes. Ah, well. So, I’m a bit maudlin. Swaha.
