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Rating: Sometimes one wonders what success depends on, I’m not talking about the kind proposed or supposed by TV ads, but about the global one, when you are a good musician, or a group of good musicians, the kind of great song, you know.
Well, listening to these Hefner, of whom I was unaware, you ask yourself, "How is it that so few people know them?" Yet they are a hundred times better than the likes of Maroon 5 and other groups of that type who torment us with their choruses. I downloaded the video of "Good Fruit", in which they are first sitting on a couch, then someone puts the CD of the piece and they start dancing in a group dance manner that I can only manage by barely lifting a leg but "feeling" the music a lot, which flows so catchily and sticks in your head. This album is simply good rock that you can listen to even in company without someone saying: lower the volume, a great soundtrack for roads returning from the sea at sunset, knowing that a nice evening awaits you, humming without having much desire to ask big questions about life. As much as they might ask them, even with a certain dose of cynicism: "The Day That Thatcher Dies" is one of the titles.
The album is from 2000, but it certainly maintains a great sonic freshness (it is not one of those that expire), because this is exactly it, a fresh album without particular pretensions to become a reference for anything. I also recommend it for keeping rhythm while cooking, doing little dances while sautéing pasta in a pan. For those who want a reference, the type "I only buy empty boxes... ", I can tell you that they somewhat resemble Lloyd Cole And The Commotions twenty years later and therefore also the Orange Juice of "Lean Period", a great album of my adolescence, always obviously twenty years later, a bit less melancholic and more political in their lyrics. Very British.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 We Love the City (05:00)
This is London, not Antarctica
So why don't the tubes run all night?
You are my girlfriend, not Molly Ringwald
So why won't you stay here tonight?
This is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats
And now we find the path that we both hate
We love the city because it lets us down
We love the city, not the suburbs that surround
We love all the dirty things
that lead us to think
that maybe true love could be found
We love the city because it's how we live
We love the city 'cause it never loves us back
We love it all because sometimes
even though it's hard to find
It contains all the virtues we lack
I am intrigued, not merely curious
as to why it takes so long to change your mind
I am competent, not merely adequate
It's impossible for me to be unkind
This is embarrassing, not merely awkward
and I have ignored much greater feelings
We love the city because it lets us down
We love the city, not the suburbs that surround
We love all the dirty things that lead us to think
that maybe true love could be found
We love the city because it's how we live
We love the city 'cause it never loves us back
We love it all because sometimes
even though it's hard to find
It contains all the values we lack
We can hold those aspirations down
with our love and half-hearted frowns
But fear alone will never bring us down
That can only happen in the small towns
And if you don't love me now
Oh, if you don't love me now
Oh, if you don't love me
then you can't have me
then you can't have me now
And if you don't love me now
Oh, if you don't love me now
Oh, if you don't love me
then you can't have me
then you can't have me now
02 The Greedy Ugly People (04:03)
I had her on the carpet, twistin' and squirmin' about
Trying to guess what she needs
Trying to guess what the fuss was about
She had a conscience that surely did need prickin'
I was there for the pickin'
As she would soon find out
The greedy ugly people are not like us
They don't feel the love
that she and I would die without
The greedy ugly people are not like us
They don't feel the love
that she and I would die without
I had her on a chair in the middle of the living room
And then we went to the bedroom
where we were makin' spoons
When we went out she started clickin' her heels
She started stickin' her chest out
'Cause she was starting to feel
The greedy ugly people are not like us
They don't feel the love
that she and I would die without
The greedy ugly people are not like us
They don't feel the love
that she and I would die without
Love don't stop no war
don't stop no cancer
it stops my heart...
07 The Greater London Radio (04:36)
It's a red, red glow above the skyline
Feel the city twitch, feel the city wake
It's a black, black sky by six p.m.
Makes me feel inspired, makes me feel alone
I'm coming home to you
I'm coming home to you
Greater London Radio tonight
Says no matter what I do
I can't speak my love to you
Traffic's caused a road-block in my heart
Hold on my sweetheart
Hold on my sweetheart
I'm going to mend my wicked ways
Now I've lost my friends I have something to say
The city has no faith if we've no faith in the city
But this is my home, this is where I want to be
And on the radio I hear the evening news
But all I think of is you
I used to think it was our politics, not how we treat people
that tells us who we are
I was wrong
Can't make it okay
Can't make it okay
Greater London Radio tonight
Says no matter what I do
I can't speak my love to you
Traffic's caused a road-block in my heart
Hold on my sweetheart
Hold on my sweetheart
I'm going to mend my wicked ways
Now I've lost my friends I have something to say
The city has no faith if there's no faith in the city
But this is my home, this is where I want to be
Greater London Radio tonight
Says no matter what I do
I can't speak my love to you
Traffic's caused a road-block in my heart
Hold on my sweetheart
Hold on my sweetheart...
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