Vampire Weekend
Vampire Weekend - Mary Boone songtekst
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A Nostalgic Remix with a Dark Edge
"Mary Boone" isn't just a song; it's a genre-bending exploration. The track weaves familiar Vampire Weekend threads: the anxious energy of "Modern Vampires" intertwines with the playful instrumentation of "Father of the Bride." Imagine a downtempo "Ya Hey" with a late-90s electronic pulse.
Sonically, it's a maximalist feast. A bright piano melody dances with a sampled British R&B track, all punctuated by dramatic choral flourishes. The downtempo drumbeat creates a sense of melancholy, a stark contrast to the playful energy of the instruments.
Lyrically, things get cryptic. Named after a disgraced New York art dealer, the song offers more than just a biography. Ezra Koenig's words are poetic and allusive, referencing architectural styles, religious iconography, and even mystical practices. This creates a sense of longing for a bygone era, a New York City lost to time. The themes delve into love, loss, and the ever-present pursuit of money, leaving a bittersweet aftertaste.
Verdict:
"Mary Boone" is a grower, not a showstopper. It demands repeated listens to fully appreciate its complexity. For Vampire Weekend fans who crave something new and intriguing, this is a sonic adventure. But if you're looking for an instant radio hit, you might need to adjust your expectations
Painted white new in town You weren't hiring but I was looking In those days my working days Came in from Jersey not from Brooklyn Oh my love was it all in vain We always wanted money now the money's not the same In a quiet moment at the theater I could hear the train Deep inside the city your memory remains Mary Boone Mary Boone I'm on the dark side of your room Mary Boone Mary Boone Well I hope you feel like loving someone soon Crooked crime petty cop Not on the street yet but it was cooking In those days the burning days The one from Queens not from Brooklyn Oh my love was it all in vain We always wanted money now the money's not the same In a quiet moment at the theater I could feel your pain Deep inside the city your memory remains Mary Boone Mary Boone I'm on the dark side of your room Mary Boone Mary Boone Well I hope you feel like loving someone soon Book of hours Russian icons And sand mandalas and Natarajas And hex-sign barns Ando churches And whirling dervishes and long exposures And these two tunnels go west and east Let me bring you my masterpiece You're the author of everything Use this voice and let it sing Mary Boone Mary Boone I'm on the dark side of your room Mary Boone Mary Boone Well I hope you feel like loving someone soon Baby