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Another Flavour Lyrics
Fashion, the timing’s all wrong. They taste another flavour and pretty soon you’re gone.
Fashion, this time it’s too late. You knew you’d have to pay for this one day.
He loves me now, he loves me not. He loves me once again, usual story, another surprise.
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah.
Fashion, this time it’s alright, they tickle you with a feather, they tell you you’re sublime.
Turn on, to each their own, usual story, another surprise. Ooh yeah, ooh yeah.
Fashion, the timing was wrong, your friends are fair weather, you knew it all along.
Turn on, to each their own, it’s doing my mind in another surprise. Ooh yeah, ooh yeah.
Don’t let them black you out for the evening, sad-happy sufferer, no, no, no.
Don’t let them crack you, try not to feel it, as long as they’re watching your show this time.
Fashion, this time it’s too late. You knew you’d have to pay for this one day.
He loves me now, he loves me not. He loves me once again, usual story, another surprise.
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah.
Turn on, to each their own, usual story, another surprise. Ooh yeah, ooh yeah.
Turn on, to each their own, it’s doing my mind in another surprise. Ooh yeah, ooh yeah.
Don’t let them crack you, try not to feel it, as long as they’re watching your show this time.
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This one started life as an instrumental - specifically the theme tune to the ill-fated BBC TV comedy programme "Newman & Baddiel In Pieces". A spin-off from the critically-acclaimed "The Mary Whitehouse Experience", the show was panned by the critics and Rob and David went their separate ways.
The lyrics seem to allude to the above story - but honestly (and I say this as someone who is besotted with Harriet's voice), the melody and words feel bolted -on and I reckon it should have stayed an instrumental.
A comment on the fickle world of the Music business?
Contrary to popular opinion in these parts, I actually rather like this song about changing fashions and being NME cover stars one week and bargain bin the next.
As turricaned mentioned, this originally showed up as pretty much the only decent thing about Newman & Baddiel’s comedy show (well, apart from Rob Newman, anyway), and the lyrics may well allude to them.
However, the music scene and culture in general changed massively in both gaps between the Sundays’ albums (Stock Aitken Waterman → rave culture → Madchester → shoegaze → grunge → Britpop…), so I guess it’s more likely that they were writing about their own experiences and anxieties of being accepted by the music business. (I was struck at how fresh they still sounded when Summertime appeared from nowhere in 1997.)
Not that it's bad, but this is my least favorite song of theirs.
Thats wonderful, not that anyone asked you, now what does it mean?
Thats wonderful, not that anyone asked you, now what does it mean?