**** "Don't stop swaying, baby<br>You soothe my soul, and I stop searching<br>When I get lost in the rhythm everything stops hurting<br>Don't stop swaying, baby, take it slow and I keep yearning"<br><br>Wieder die Intonation! Schleppende Sehnsuchtsballade. Und Sophie B. Hawkins gibt uns die Fake-Pattie Smith:<br>"Hansel and Gretel are holding hands deep in the forest. They are lost. This is their own story. The two have fallen in love, and so, after a long quietness amidst the creatures of the night, they begin to kiss. Traveling like heat through each other's bodies, they pass through centuries of insecurity and into a rhythm where they are not afraid.<br>Mamma has led these children into the wild unknown for reasons known, with father's help, of course, they tried very hard to get back home, but, of course, they could not.<br>And so, they find themselves through the darkness, through the sadness, making love, making peace, making music. They find themselves, through the chaos, making sense. This is what they want. This is who they are. These are the things they need. When the sun goes down and I'm next to you - Oh! (Don't stop swaying baby)"<br><br>Ich dachte immer, Hänsel und Gretel wären Geschwister. Hier sind es Liebende. Inzest-Alarm, denn sie haben wohl eine Mutter. Das Wiegen im Takt der Musik rettet sie und ihre Liebe vor den Geschöpfen der Nacht. Und der letzte Satz verrät: Sie, die Sängerin, die Erzählerin - ist Gretel.<br>A "very intimate song" - indeed!!! But: What a pathetic story! The music, however, isn't that bad. |