UB40
Until My Dying Day

A retractable pain, a symptom of stepping out of line; UB40 strip down without undressing and offer an unusual and genuine side, which synergistically connects with the writer and satisfies appetites and expectations.

This song gracefully deviates; it's a synthetic syncopated non-reggae reggae, but help me because I'm not a fan of UB40. I remember 'Reckless' with Afrika Bambaataa and very little else.

Help me, as I was saying: you fans, tell me, what did this song mean or cause for you? Did you like it?

I did, a lot, and even today it peeks into my playlists.

The reasons: the base is amazing. The rhythm is compelling without being overwhelming. The decomposition of the text, bizarre, tells of something to be kept until the total eclipse, with sunny pronunciation (typical of reggae) yet contrite.

And yet the band snubs the piece, placed there in one of the infinite collections, then who knows. Never offered live, I believe, almost disowned.

I love it, I try to re-elaborate it every time, and every time I'm not disappointed.

'If you’re looking for a war, there’s a market for betrayal' is a chilling excerpt, truly.

As is the opening, 'Now I know your secret' pronounced with both defiance and sweetness.

In conclusion: what a beautiful song.