Puro Jarvis, brillante, nihilista a la par que melancólico, hipermagnético. Su arranque en el Royal Albert Hall , con tacones, bebiendo champán, pidiendo salir a bailar a la pista con una imaginaria receptora de su petición y poniendo al público arriba con sus inigualables movimientos es, simplemente, excelso.
El crío es UK 100% y la historia de Deborah es cerrada, circular. Que se apellide Bone y termine como terminó, en fin...
Respecto a la letra, suya por entero, en los comentarios de una de los vídeos está lo mismo que yo pienso:
This is my favourite of all their songs. it doesn't have the righteous swagger of "Common People" but it's got something more tender and difficult to achieve - a melancholy that teeters on the edge of self-pity, but remains relatable.
The begging and pleading in the last verse against all hope of reconciling himself to a married woman with a kid is just devastating.
Oh, we were born within an hour of each other Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah (Deborah) It never suited ya And they said that when we grew up We'd get married, and never split up Oh, we never did it, although I often thought of it
Oh, Deborah, do you recall? Your house was very small With wood chip on the wall When I came 'round to call You didn't notice me at all
And I said, "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road" I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago
You were the first girl at school to get breasts And Martyn said that you were the best Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess I had to watch them try and get you undressed We were friends, that was as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you 'Cause you were so popular
Deborah, do you recall? Your house was very small With woodchip on the wall When I came 'round to call You didn't notice me at all
And I said, "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road" I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago
Do it Oh, yeah Oh, yeah
Now Deborah, do you recall? Oh, your house was very small With wood chip on the wall And when I came 'round to call You didn't notice me at all
And I said, "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road" I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago
Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh What are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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