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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.

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"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
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Uitgegeven in: 2024

Taal: Engels

Vertalingen: Nederlands

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