Whenever I hear this song, I'm instantly transported to a world where there's just me and my fuzzy daydreams. I've never been drunk (save for that powerful glass of strawberry daiquiri I once had, which definitely doesn't count) nor got high in my life, but this certainly feels like the aftermath of it. I would always imagine myself elated, swaying/slow-dancing in a rustic living room clutching a bottle of Port in my right hand (maybe a slice of Camembert in the other), while listening to this song. This depicts a perfect snuggly weekend at home; either alone or with a loved one. Totally an homage to the day that was. The theme song of a bum. Take a listen.
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