Daniel Brereton

Last night, in the middle of the hot night, a car drove down our street playing 'Redemption Song'. Driving very slowly, it was as if they wanted the whole street to listen to the lyrics, it seemed to last the whole song, before drifting away.

Won't you hear me sing, these songs of freedom, is all I ever had.

It felt spooky listening in bed on a warm summer evening, but ever more prophetic now thinking about the killing of George Floyd.