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Versione 1
Rating: 3After some arguments and disappointment over the failure of the last album, they decided to take a break.
And here they give life to three solo works: Gordon with the Mercy Seat, and two albums from the versatile bassist, the first splendid one (The Blend), a surprise, quirky but absolutely recommended.
In 1990, it will be Victor De Lorenzo's turn with the decent "Peter Corey Sent Me".
But it's not an irreparable argument; Gordon and Brian know this, even in recent times they have argued in court, as the bassist was claiming some author's rights.
He lost, backed down, and they released their latest album this year, appreciable more as a sign of life than for its quality.
"3," which stands for trio, is actually the 4, at first glance a disappointment.
Probably after the unsuccessful attempt to establish themselves in the market with "The Blind Leading The Naked," the reformed Femmes return to the atmospheres of the first two albums.
The plan doesn't succeed completely, also because Gordon Gano's creative streak seems to have undergone a sudden slowdown.
Few truly memorable tracks, certainly the first single "Nightmares" accompanied by a nice black and white video, "Dating Days," the funny "Fat," and "World We're Living In".
The two ballads placed at the end of the two sides do not convince while "Outside the Palace" imitates, like "Confessions" from the first album, Bob Dylan.
The record itself is not bad, unfortunately, it doesn't hold up in comparison with what has been done before. They will return in 1991 with "Why Do Birds Sing?" where they will shuffle the cards once again.
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Nightmares (03:32)
'cause everytime I try to sleep
I have nightmares
thinking about
getting together with you
no no I wouldn't say so
I would not call it a curse
but what worries me then
is when I wake up if it might be worse
02 Just Like My Father (01:42)
but I am much worse
he hurt his mother
I hurt mine worse
I'm just like my brother
he hurt his wife
I hurt mine first
it hurts to be like Cain
ain't no way
I'm not able
y'know what I mean
he hurt my mother
I hurt her worse
never stop the
never stopping
04 Fat (01:49)
"I hope you got fat
I hope you got really fat
Cause if you got really really fat
You just might want to see me come back
I hope you got fat
I don't care I don't care
How heavy or how skinny
I don't care I don't care
No how heavy or how skinny
Just gimme gimme something to love
A little extra weight would never look
No nicer on nobody else but you
And I could always use a little bit more to hold on to
And if I get a fright in the middle of the night
I'll cling to you
I hope you got fat
I hope you got really fat
If you got truly fat fat fat
You just might want to see me come back
05 Fool In The Full Moon (04:26)
don't turn around
too soon
I've been following you all afternoon
following you a fool in the full moon
something's got a hold on me when I get a hold of you
following women
after dark
nobody knows what's in my heart
let your loving be
I'm a lechery
I do not spread leprosy
I will not touch but let me see
my building's burning down and i cannot breathe
following you
who won't believe
perfect peace I cannot perceive
when I'm following you I'm a fool in the full moon
08 Outside The Palace (02:38)
I've been outside the palace
I've been outside the gate
I still don't feel that I made any mistake
when I got off that train
I felt my feet hit the ground
I didn't want to go
where that gravy train was bound
GOD help me to see
I've been loved all along
and not to get too confused
between the moonlight and the dawn
if I go back to the palace
I'll walk right thru' the gate
nobody knows how much here was at stake
I might get on that train
in feel the wheel on the train
move it on up the mountain like a foregone fact
GOD help me to know
I've been in love my whole life
and not to get so confused
between the struggle and the strife
09 Telephone Book (01:42)
I look at my telephone book
I can't stand the way it look
I hate to think the way you took
me down into a burnin' rage
I wrote your name on every page
but you don't return my calls
you don't return my calls
you don't return my calls
I'm ready to bust down the walls
I'm going down Niagara Falls
in a barrel of fun
hey ain't I a lucky one
you don't return my calls
my telephone book is the color red
my telephone book is the color red
the red is all in my head
some things are left better unsaid
is that why you don't try
to acknowledge or reply
you don't return my calls
why did you hear from an old friend
I knew once way back when
I did some bad things to myself and my health
or did you happen to hear an old song I once sang
did it make your sweet sweet blood run cold in your veins
and will you never think of me the same
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