London - Frida Hyvonen

Time for a song. And what a song! This song sums up brilliantly the ambivalence London makes you feel.

I love London, but that's probably because I've never had to live there and wouldn't want to either, so whenever I go there there's never any kind of responsibility and I know I'll be able to escape from the "Big Smoke" in a day or two. It's pretty amazing though to think you could go there every week for the rest of your life and never go in the same shop, bar or restaurant twice, and always discover something you'd never realised existed before. So, that's London for me.

Friday Hyvonen is a Swedish singer who I don't know much about, but this is one of the greatest songs I've heard in the last year. Singers like this should be better known instead of the rubbish we're forced to listen to on the radio day in day out...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wY31rycFG-I

And here are the lyrics:

Upside down to Italy and then again England
London, you’re not my friend, but you can be
It’s springtime but no trace of it here in London
I wear my cloak like Sherlock Holmes
If you remember him

“Don’t you worry, love!”
“Let me help you, love!”
“There you go, love!”
All this brilliant love
“Will you excuse me, love”
There you go again

London, the way you hate me is better than love and I’m head over heels
London, the way you want to get rid of me makes me weak in the knees
And you think you don’t care about me, you’re wrong!

If I disturb you, what about it?
You keep me hanging on
July
Fly

You showed me a book about the new British dandy
Beautiful boys, exquisite fabrics, oh
I ate it like candy and brushed my teeth in whitening bleach

Oh, I’ll never be like them
I don’t care if they are men
I wanna be rich I wanna be fine and dandy
In a town house in London with art on the walls
And memberships in clubs for gentlemen

Listen to the pipes
They’re singing in the night
It’s raining all the time
Listen to, listen to the, listen to the pipes

In London, the way you hate me is better than love and I’m head over heels
London, the way you want to get rid of me makes me weak in the knees
London, the way you hate me is better than love and I’m head over heels
London, the way you want to get rid of me makes me weak in the knees

Steven