Why I Love Erasure

My friend bruyninckx37 asked me why I loved Erasure so much. I’ve been thinking about it, and this is what I have to say on the subject.
I had first heard of them in May/June of 1987. I was a Junior in High School and working in the Toy Department at Sears. We got tickets to see Duran Duran that summer at Cobo Arena. Listed on ticket stub as the opening act was “Erasure”
I mentioned to my cousin Steven who was working at Sam Goody I hadn’t heard of them, although I did know who Vince Clarke was and I had both of the Yazoo cassettes! He made me purchase the cassette release of “The Circus” and I immediately put it into my car and began listening.
I was hooked as quickly as the opening bars of “It Doesn’t Have To Be” and singing along to the Swahili chorus the song contains.
The second song started, and I was paying attention to the words “One day the boy decided, to let them know the way he felt inside, he could not stand to hide it, his mother she broke down and cried.” Sure enough, I had the break down and cry reaction and I had to pull over and listen to the song again, starting from the beginning. I’d say I was a big fan at that point.
I went on to become a huge fan. I saw them in concert so many times I lost track at some point. I made some great friends because of them, both online forums and at the shows. I got to meet both of them several times, they’re both great people, although once you meet someone like that, you don’t listen to their music the same way again.
I’m glad Erasure is still around and making music as good or better often than their earlier works.
The lyrics
One day the boy decided
To let them know the way he felt inside
He could not stand to hide it
His mother she broke down and cried
Oh my father
Why don’t you talk to me now?
Oh my mother
Do you still cry yourself to sleep?
Are you still proud of your little boy?
Don’t be afraid (be afraid)
You don’t have to hideaway
The boy he was rejected
By the people that he cared for
It’s not what they expected
But he could not keep it secret anymore
Far from home now
Waiting by the telephone
There’s a new world
You can’t make it on your own
Are you still proud of your little boy?
Don’t be afraid (be afraid)
You don’t have to hideaway
No
Don’t be afraid
Love will mend your broken wings
Time will slip away
Learn to be brave
Oh my father
Why don’t you talk to me now?
Oh my mother
Do you still cry yourself to sleep?
Are you still proud of your little boy?
Don’t be afraid (be afraid)
You don’t have to hideaway
No
Don’t be afraid
Love will mend your broken wings
Time will slip away
Learn to be brave

