The Ark – The Worrying Kind (video + testo)

Sono passati ormai oltre 7 anni dal loro grandissimo successo “It Takes a Fool to Remain Sane”che conquisto anche le vette italiane, da allora i The ark hanno continuato la loro carriera con molto successo specialmente nel loro paese natale la Filandia.Nel 2007 hanno pubblicato il loro 4° album partecipando all’eurofestival e piazzandosi sedicesimi con il brano “TheWorrying King” che è il secondo singolo estratto dall’album “Prayer for the Weekend”.Un pezzo glam-rock dove voce a falsetto e melodie anni 70 ne fanno da padrona.Il video  direi che abbastanza trash e gay al punto giusto,forse esagarato in alcuni tratti ma molto intonato con la canzone…vi lascio al video…

Il testo della canzone:

Moves, I like to make them
Grooves, I like to shake them
Shake me from my troublesome mind

Cause sometimes you’ll find
that I’m out of my mind
You see baby, I’m the worrying kind

Words, I like to break ’em
Words I’d like to shake ’em
Shake them from my troublesome mind

And you turn up your nose
It’s a joke you suppose
But baby, I’m the worrying kind

So if you see me somewhere
With that glassy ol’ stare
And the panic and fear in my eyes
Don’t call for first aid or the fire brigade
Or the local police cause they wont care
I’m just a silly old boy with my head in the can
I’m just a mortal with potential of a superman
But what sense does it make
When i feel like a fake
When i’m saying to you all be good for goodness sake?

Words, I like to break ’em
Words I’d like to shake ’em
Shake them from my troublesome mind
And why? –Heaven knows, It’s a joke I suppose
But baby, I’m the worrying kind

So if you see me somewhere
With that glassy ol’ stare
And the panic and fear in my eyes
Don’t call for first aid or the fire brigade
Or the local police cause they wont care
I’m just silly old boy with my head in the can
I’m just a mortal with potential of a superman
But what sense does it make
When i feel like a fake
When i’m saying to you all be good for goodness sake?

Ooh! Words, I like to break ’em
Words I’d like to shake ’em
Shake them from my troublesome mind
And why? -Heaven knows,
It’s a joke I suppose
But baby, I’m the worrying kind

And You turn up your nose
And you say it’s a pose
But Baby, I’m the worrying kind

Yeah, sometimes I’m blind
I’m just out of my mind
Baby, I’m the worrying kind