“Does his love make your head spin?”
You were never supposed to hear Keaton Henson. No one was. His music was his therapy, and as a result it is hauntingly honest. Honest the way you are with only yourself, with the thoughts you keep inside your head. “You Don’t Know How Luck You Are” is track about the small things in a relationship you come to miss, the things only you know because she opened up her door for the slightest second.
“Does he know not to talk about your dad?”
The track opens up with faint harmonics over a fragile guitar with bass notes that seem to drift above you like a trail of smoke. Keaton’s vocals quiver with emotion, seemingly trying to hold it together for just one more take.
“Does he know where your lips begin?”
“You Don’t Know How Lucky You Are” is almost too flesh and blood. It evokes emotions that feel all too familiar, many of which you had hoped not to revisit. But in the very same way it’s perfect, because out of that much heart break came something so beautiful.