• Voto:
3Dopo qualche lite e la delusione per l'insuccesso dell'ultimo album, i nostri decidono di prendersi una pausa .
Ed ecco che danno vita a tre opere soliste, quella di Gordon con i Mercy Seat , e i due album del poliedrico bassista , il primo splendido (The Blend) , una sorpresa , stravagante ma assolutamente consigliato.
Nel 1990 sarà il turno di Victor De Lorenzo col discreto "Peter Corey Sent Me ".
Ma non si tratta di lite irrimediabile Gordon e Brian lo sanno, anche in tempi recenti hanno litigato in tribunale, in quanto il bassista rivendicava alcuni diritti d' autore.
Ha perso, a messo la marcia indietro ed hanno pubblicato quest'anno l'ultimo album, apprezzabile piu' che per la qualita' come segnale di vita.
"3" che sta' per trio, essendo in realta' il 4, di primo acchito e' una delusione.
Probabilmente dopo il tentativo non riuscito di affermarsi sul mercato con "The Blind Leading The Naked" le riformate Femmes ritornano alle atmosfere dei primi due Album.
Il piano non riesce completamente, anche perche' la vena creativa di Gordon Gano sembra aver subito un brusco rallentamento.
Pochi i brani realmente memorabili, sicuramente il primo singolo "Nightmares" accompagnato da un simpatico video in bianco e nero,"Dating Days,"la buffa "Fat " e "World We're Living In" .
Non convincono le due ballate poste alla fine dei due lati mentre "Outside the Palace" mima, come "Confessions" dal primo album, Bob Dylan.
Il disco in se' non e' male, non regge purtroppo il confronto con quanto fatto prima. Ritorneranno nel 1991 con "Why Do Birds Sing?" dove mischieranno nuovamente le carte.
Elenco tracce e testi
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
Carico i commenti... con calma
