Today is so wet, dreary and 'orrible, it put me in mind of Everyday Is Like Sunday by Morrissey. But then Heaven by Talking Heads popped into my head and refused to go. I've posted the following video on this blog before, but you can't have too much of a good thing. In my humble opinion if this song doesn't move you I would check your pulse. The only time it won't move me is when it is played at my funeral. If the mourners don't weep for me this will bring a lump to their throats at least:
Now then. If that didn't move you and you reckon you have still got a pulse try the following from the Penguin Cafe Orchestra. If this one doesn't work either then I can only assume you have the sensitivity of Bernard Manning:
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