It's about kinds of Love - self-sacrifical and ascetic as in the John Ireland anthem, intoxicated, luxuriating, hallucinogenic and disorientating, as in the Jeff Buckley track ( introduced to my astonished ears by Verity Sharp since when it has travelled round the world with me) - and then the ironic, knowing, witty cabaret intimacy on the 'fever' of love in Peggy Lee's wonderfully smoky, inimitable minimalism. Just her on voice and fingers, drum and string bass. Like Jeff Buckley, stripped to just guitar and a trio, he makes a world, so does Peggy Lee, both are consumate musicinas with a real message - stripped down like that, both show what artists they really are - and the Ireland can only be sung well by a damn good cathedral / college choir, which in itself is an act of self-sacrifice.
NB If you play it, can you NOT do so until AFTER Feb 24, since I shall be in Brazil until then!! It's a Spring / Summer late-night confection anyway!