Another one near and dear to me. Everyone likes the Springsteen fist-pumpers, but this one has a quiet intensity that can burn holes through iron. Talk about anguish. And a bit creepy — exactly how little is this little girl? Are we talking "daddy" as in actual father? The warm keys can't soften these questions. But I'm gonna have to drop a curveball version, approaching dance mix territory, which works better than you'd think.And for a screwball, the Chromatics version, working the "Every Breath You Take" style guitar. It's blank and ghostly, almost dubby. Points for not changing gender in the lyrics.
The Chromatics - I'm On Fire
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