28. Yellow Days - “Your Hand Holding Mine”

Yellow Days is the croon king (sorry, King Krule, but you sold out). His voice has a power to it. It’s almost as if he speaks the universal language of the soul. Every word is steeped in emotion, dripping in a sort of metaphysical weight that makes it the perfect vessel to convey the heartache packed within this song.

This jam gives voice to the bitter regret of losing something that will never come back. It’s the pain of watching the protagonist of all your future dreams and plans end up in someone else’s story and being able to do nothing return. It’s suddenly realizing that your happiness is relegated to live within the past. That no matter what you’ll be left wandering the halls of memory for a warmth that you’ll never find within the present. It’s a death sentence. Only its not as quick and painless as an actual physical death. It’s a death sentence of the soul – a slow and painful prelude to actual physical decay. It’s a death of spirit that will torture you for the rest of your life, constantly whispering what could have been.