I am Cleaning my kitchen. And listening to Bell X 1, specifically the last song on Blue Lights on the Runway, it's so beautiful. I wanted to share, but I can't properly, because it's not on the internet. Imagine that?
What you're going to get is a pared down version. And it doesn't do it justice, because what I love deep in the heart of me, is the sudden mellow sleepy sunday morning sex filled explosion of jazz horns at the end, offsetting the way he sings the understated yet intense 'my love, like ours' so perfectly.
If I could write my life with more artistic control than I actually possess, I would be lying in bed with this on repeat, having lazy sunday morning sex, but instead of seeing the face of god, I'm cleaning... which is the next best thing, right? I can cosy up next to godliness while I mop the floor instead.
Here's the bare bones of the song, still pretty, but not the same without the trumpets, sorry :(