I love finding a song in my musical library that has been around for years and I never really appreciated, and then one day, you hear it at the right time (early morning) with the right weather (oppressively hot with an occasional life-saving breeze) and you become suddenly obsessed with this magical little tune, and wonder why you never realized how fantastic it was earlier.
This time it's Gordon Downie's "Lofty Pines":
"Je suis nee pour la chaleur,"
she said, in her Manhattan French.
"On ne peut rien faire de la chaleur,"
We'll just have to take that chance.
We've got world enough and time,
dreaming of the Lofty Pines...
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