Blasting out the hometown favouite, this is a bittersweet tribute to Martyn Bull (the former drummer, RIP) and by leaving Martin P his leather jacket, we have been also gifted this gem of a song. I have attempted to capture the atmosphere this song created which was a highlight of the night. If you like this please click on like thanks.
Lyrics
I wear my leather jacket like a great big hug
Radiating charm, a living cloak of luck
It's the only concrete link with an absent friend
A symbol I can wear 'till we meet again
Or it's a weight around my neck while the owner's free
Both protector and reminder of mortality
It's a curse, I cannot shirk responsibilities
From the teacher to the pupil, it's a gift to me
So, I love my leather jacket, and I wear it all the time
I love my leather jacket etc.

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