I always loved her rendition of the Stevie Smith poem Not Waving But Drowning

http://www.casttv.com/video/l5d58k/tanita-tikaram-not-waving-but-drowning-video

Nobody heard him, the dead man
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving, but drowning

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way
They said

O no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning