it's one of the songs that make me feel miserably old and miserably miserable, constantly reminding me how I used to be, how I had no idea what might happen in the years to come, what I felt, how I had massive and permanent heartbreaks seven days a week and so on at the age of eighteen. shame on you, you self-loathing bastard.
If you don't know anything about singing- and I refer here to real singing, please consider that to sing certain melodies, hit certain notes, hold said notes, shift octaves, keys, etc. takes a great deal of concentration. Which is why the vast majority of singers in rock and roll aren't really very good singers- they're more or less vocalists who are fronting the band, i.e. entertaining the chicks, etc.. Chris Martin sounded much better singing live when he sat at the piano and focused rather than the rock star trip he does now. Same goes for Brandon Flowers. Personally I'd rather hear the amazing vocal performances of James Allan than see him dance around like a fairy. Tim Booth is about the only singer who can pull it off in my humble opinion.
I discovered this song and through it, Glasvegas, when it was used in the penultimate episode of the third series of Skins. Phenomenal then, phenomenal now. Love that guitar riff. I understand what he's saying as I'm Scottish but I understand why others won't! You can look up the lyrics if you're interested in what he's saying - it does have meaning behind it.