Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Elbow - Friend Of Ours

This song has made me cry many a time... It's pretty much the perfect description of depression and loss of a best friend and it's really beautiful. When Morrissey says 'love you, mate' something in me dies.

'Before leaving get to the bar,
No one round here makes you pay.
Never very good at goodbyes
So gentle shoulder charge, love you, mate,
Love you, mate.

Salford skyline gloom,
Always you could fly round any corner
But until you do,
Love you, mate.'

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