The Faces. Debris

A The Faces siempre se les relaciona con la jarana y el buen rollo, con el puro hedonismo. Eran una banda que cuando se subía al escenario ya estaba pasada de vueltas y encima de la tarima solían continuar con la fiesta. Que mejor lema que Five guys walk into a bar. Estaban armados con una ristra de temas espectaculares, muchos de ellos en esa clave desenfadada y directa pero también elaboraban temas impresionantes con cierto regusto melancólico. Mi favorito es sin duda Debris compuesto por el siempre a reivindicar Ronnie Lane y cantada por el mismo. Eso si cuando aparece en las segundas voces Rod Stewart, mamma mía, ¡qué grande!

I left you on the debris

At the Sunday morning market

You were sorting through the odds and ends

You was looking for a bargain

I heard your footsteps at the front door

And that old familiar love song

'Cause you knew you'd find me waiting there

At the top of the stairs

I went there and back

Just to see how far it was

And you, you tried to tell me

But I had to learn for myself

There's more trouble at the depot

With the general workers union

And you said, "They'll never change a thing

Well, they won't fight and they're not working"

Oh, you was my hero

How you are my good friend

I've been there and back

And I know how far it is

But I left you on the debris

Now we both know you got no money

And I wonder what you would have done

Without me hanging around