Chris Rea - "Driving Home For Christmas"
Call me shallow, call me predictable, Hell, call me soft, but I do get misty-eyed when hearing the usually not great Chris Rea sing his 1988 single "Driving Home For Christmas". With its unapologetically corny arrangement, it's also deeply effective, digging a groove as deep as the Mariana Trench into my Christmas heart. Rea's recognizable tale of a father (or whoever) driving towards home and hearth rings true with a lot of people in these last days before the celebrations, we hear it to death in shopping malls and cafes, and yet, I can't help but love it. And next year? It will probably be just the same.
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Call me shallow, call me predictable, Hell, call me soft, but I do get misty-eyed when hearing the usually not great Chris Rea sing his 1988 single "Driving Home For Christmas". With its unapologetically corny arrangement, it's also deeply effective, digging a groove as deep as the Mariana Trench into my Christmas heart. Rea's recognizable tale of a father (or whoever) driving towards home and hearth rings true with a lot of people in these last days before the celebrations, we hear it to death in shopping malls and cafes, and yet, I can't help but love it. And next year? It will probably be just the same.
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