Yes, this is in some ways the soul of Damien Rice, but there is something plaintive about the entire song that strikes a note Rice never hit. Sure, I'm a sucker for the one note piano melody; we have a lot of that, and some extra intervals, but the mark of this song for me is the pony-slow walk of the timpani, the subtle sway of the violins, and the perfectly precise acoustic strums.

If this song were a painting, it would be a piece by Gauguin with those swirling fields of yellow flowers, in his own Hellespont of Arles - which some say is the only place he ever felt at home.

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