All of Your Days will be Blessed / Ed Harcourt

I sit at that piano on the mornings when nobody’s home and Ana’s not banging around with the vacuum cleaner, breaking dishes in the kitchen. When something surprises me, when I like something and it’s not something I planned to play, when my hands just fall in the right place AND I can repeat it and take it someplace else, then I record it on the cassette I keep behind the music stand.