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
