Stonesdoug wrote on Mar 26
th, 2011 at 12:59pm:
I chatted with Richard Butler about the Stones a couple of yars back. He's a huge fan. He gave me an autograph and signed it "We Love You"
That's a Furs song as well as a Stones title. I guess you probably know that. Never mind.
I'm in love with Catholics
I'm in love with your blue cars
I'm in love with the words that scream
We are so stupid, we all dream
I'm in love with Frank Sinatra
Fly me to the moon
I'm in love with fools like you
I'm in love with doing the twist
I'm in love with the bodies that scream
They fall so far, they fall so far
I'm in love with The Supremes
Oh, baby love
I'm in love with Sophia Loren
I'm in love with Bridget Bardot
I'm in love with the whole dumb scene
I'm so in love, you know what I mean
I'm in love with Anthea and Donna
All that shit that goes, uptown top ranking
I'm in love with the factory
I'm in love with the BBC
I'm in love with your TV
They're so in love with you and me
I'm in love with a nuclear bomb it falls
I'm in love with shopping city dreams
I'm in love with real men
They go through the air for oxygen
Love is just a car like you
That turns so blue and turns so blue
No blue cars will run my world
No playboys will black my word
I would walk a million smiles
For one of your miles Bob
Hey, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
We love you, we love you, we love you
We love you, we love you, we love you
We love you, we love you
I saw the Furs from the front row of the Forum
in Harrisburg in 1982 when Forever Now was a
new album. They were augmented by a cute cello
player that tour and I was right in front of her, and
kissed her hand at the end of the show.
http://themusicsover.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/annsheldon2.jpgw=266(oh no...just googled her and found out that her
name was Ann Sheldon, and that on December 31,
1984, she was killed in a car accident while traveling
on an icy road in the Catskill Mountains. Damn.)

I thought the Furs were the best of that bunch of New Wave
bands of that era, which would also include The Teardrop
Explodes and U2. I loved Butler's delivery (sort of Johnny
Rotten meets Bing Crosby at David Bowie's house) and his
dada-inspired lyrics. He used to put the word "stupid" in just
about every song. I'm glad they're still around.