I still think of you when I hear a song that moves me And wonder what it would follow on the tape I wish I could make you. This is the standing stone on an emotional landscape that has changed as fast as technology, seen music shift from soulfood to occasional backdrop and solitary teenage bedrooms morph to joyful family homes (thank God).
I wouldn't go back - but here's a song, unexpected, blissful which can't quite touch me as it should Because I can't press 'record', watch the reels go round and imagine you listening when the tape crosses the country and fetches up at your front door.
No more padded envelopes nor blotted biro liner notes; no more declarations hidden in plain sight in ninety minutes of love I knew no other way to send.