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Indie shimmers – The Sundays ‘Can’t Be Sure’ (1989)

A quintessential Indie track, with a quintessential English rose vocal, courtesy of Harriet Wheeler. Released in the deep dark winter of 1989, this track was a shard of piercing white light, flooding indie student bedsits with summer warmth and dreamy hazy sunshine. *Sigh* Although it managed a respectable #45 in the UK charts (we were still fighting the Indie Wars then, when getting The Wonderstuff to no.36 in the charts was an achievement), it deserved to be no.1, though it did make no.1 in John Peels festive fifty of that year, which is much more of an achievement anyway.

She just had the best voice. This single is near perfect.

Link to Sundays video for ‘Can’t Be Sure’

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KG6R3pFCtk0

The Sundays wiki entry;

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sundays

Lyrics to ‘Can’t Be Sure’

give me a story and give me a bed
give me possessions
oh love luck and money they go to my head like wildfire
it’s good to have something to live for you’ll find
live for tomorrow
live for a job and a perfect behind, high time
England my country the home of the free, such miserable weather
but England’s as happy as England can be
why cry

and did you know desire’s a terrible thing
the worst that I could find
and did you know desire’s a terrible thing
but I rely on mine, a-ah

England my country the home of the free, such miserable weather
but England’s as happy as England can be
why cry

and did you know desire’s a terrible thing
the worst that I could find
and did you know desire’s a terrible thing
but I rely on mine
did you know desire’s a terrible thing
it makes the world go blind
but if desire, desire’s a terrible thing
you know that I really don’t mind

and it’s my life
and though I can’t be sure what I want any more
it will come to me later
well it’s my life…. and it’s my life
and though I can’t be sure if I want any more
it will come to me later… ah, yeah