*** "I just wanna see you at night Don't come round my house in the day I love it when we start up a fight And I love it when the fight ends your way I love it when you call me names I can't wait to see you again I know you're gonna slap my face you beat me up then beat me again and over and over and over and over And over and over I love it when you call me names Big woman And a short short man And he loves it When she beats his brains out He's pecked to death But he loves the pain And he loves it When she calls him names She's wearing heavy leather with lace He dresses up in cowboy taste They punish then they think up a crime It's their way of loving not mine I love it when you call me names"
Joan Armatrading lotet den Grad zwischen häuslicher Gewalt und freiwilligen S&M-Praktiken aus... Der Song kommt in solid folkig-rockigem Gewand, bleibt von der Geschwindigkeit aber eher gemächlich und weiß mich nicht vollends zu überzeugen. Zuletzt editiert: 06.05.2009 21:58
***** Vind dit nummer over (sado)masochisme zeer geslaagd. In andere dan de bekwame handen van Joan Armatrading zou dit nummer wellicht een karikatuur geworden zijn maar Joan Armatrading zingt over dit niet voor de hand liggende thema met veel gevoel en overgave.
*** Pop/rock track with a thumping beat that would greatly contribute to me liking this. The theme though appears to cover the serious topic of abuse. That is apparent just reading the title, and it is numbing when lyrics like "beats his brains out" surface. It is interesting to read that Joan was apparently inspired to write the song from the feuding of two guys on her tour. That's when I realise I may be off the mark with the meaning of this song because I wasn't reading the lyrics closely. I can't be sure of the context but just hope there is no trauma involved. 3.5* #20 peak in Australia, 1983. ⌜ᴰᴬ⌝ Ꮲk.⌠#18⌡