On this folk-flecked song, distinguished with a particularity percussive vocal by Chloe Foy, there’s a good deal of scathing criticism. It’s introspective though, and captures a mood of self-recrimination and internalised anger at perceived feelings of lack of confidence, lack of commitment, lack of courage. Lack, lack, lack, like a head beating percussively against a wall.
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Sure, I could climb high in a tree, or go to Skye on my holiday. I could be happy. All I really want is the excitement of first hearing The Byrds, the amazement of decades of Dylan's music, or the thrill of seeing a band like The Long Ryders live. That's not much to ask, is it?