Gut, ganz taufrisch sind weder das Original (das dazugehörige Album „Return To Cookie Mountain
Doch die Art und Weise, wie die aus dem US-amerikanischen Athens, Georgia stammende Americana-Folkrockerin Lera Lynn den nervösen Elektrorocker von TV on the Radio in beinahe trügerisch gemächliche Gefilde, in denen ihre Akustische auf die sanfte Banjo-Begleitung von Bandmate Ben Lewis trifft, überführt, hat auch 2017 noch massig Stil. Außerdem bringt Lynns reduzierte Variante des sowieso unkaputtbaren Songs die feinen, sinister-surrealen Lyrics von TVotR-Frontmann Tunde Adebimpe besser zum Vorschein…
„Say, say, my playmate
Won’t you lay your hands on me
Mirror my malady
Transfer my tragedy
Got a curse I cannot lift
Shines when the sunset shifts
When the moon is round and full
Gonna bust that box, gonna gut that fish
We could jet in a stolen car
Bet we wouldn’t get too far
‘Fore the transformation takes
And the bloodlust takes
And the crave gets slaked
My mind has changed
My body’s frame
But God, I like it
My heart’s aflame
My body’s strained
But God, I like it…
Charge me your daily rate
I’ll turn you out in kind
When the moon is round and full
Gonna teach you tricks that’ll blow your mind
Baby doll, I recognize
Your hideous thing inside
If ever there were a lucky kind
It’s you, you, you
I know it’s strange
Another way
To get to know you
You’ll never know
Unless we go
So let me show you
I know it’s strange
Another way
To get to know you
We’ve got to move
Here comes the moon
So let me show you
Show you…
Dream me, oh dreamer
Down to your core
Open my hands
And let them weave onto yours
Feel me, completer
Down to my core
Open my heart
And let it bleed onto yours
Feedin‘ on fever
Down on all fours
Show you what all that howlin’s for
Hey! Hey! My baby
Let me lay waste to thee
Burn down their hangin‘ trees
(Hah-here-hah-here-hah-here-hah-here)
Gotta curse we cannot lift
Shines when the sunset shifts
There’s a curse, comes with a kiss
The bite that binds
The gift that gives
Now that we’re gone for good
Writhing under your riding hood
Tell your grandma, mama too
It’s true, true, true
My mind has changed
My body’s frame
But God, I like it
My heart’s aflame
My body’s strained
But God, I like it…“
Rock and Roll.
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