Change your shirt, 'cause tonight we got style (part two)

We cordially interrupt our 70s fixation (again) to bring you the most beautiful song in the history of the English language (non-“Waterloo Sunset” division).

I wouldn’t call this song ubiquitous, but it I think it’s becoming less known as every generation throws its heroes up the pop charts. We are simply getting really far removed from this type of art, I think.

I have never heard a bad version (although I could certainly live without the Sting and Amy Winehouse versions), but to my ears this is the best.

I heard it again the other day in the background of some B movie, and as always, it made me sit up, take notice and take stock.

In any form, this song never fails to produce a chill and a lump in the throat. Never has any song better nailed the melancholy, longing and desperate hopefulness of lost or unrequited love.