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A linguistically offensive song in which the lyrical self talks about how much he suffers from the constant worries and doubts that plague him. The explicit choice of words illustrates the suffering of the lyrical self and should also be emphasized musically. The repetitions used make the carousel of negative thoughts clear and should therefore be presented melodically with an appropriate background.
The lyrical I is searching for its physical origins and feels ready to find its origins after all these years. The song jumps between doubtful melancholy in the verses and euphoric confidence in the chorus. The first line in the chorus in particular, "The Expedition... has not failed yet", consists of a pause between "Expedition" and "has" and is intended to underline the importance of this journey and the confidence and is to be understood musically warm at this point.
A relatively loud song in the chorus with fast verses, whose lyrical self is desperately on the hunt for intimacy and physical closeness, but doesn't feel ready for a "serious" relationship, but instead wants to compensate for the probable everyday stress with these "stupid nights". The song is romantic in its desperation, but also extremely tragic, as the lyrical self gives up its control in these "stupid nights" and thus becomes more and more loveless and physically dependent.
Diese Situation kennen wahrscheinlich viele Menschen. Man streitet sich oder trennt sich gar und es fällt einem dann schwer, auf den anderen zuzugehen, sich zu entschuldigen oder miteinander zu reden. Nach außen hin will man sich seine Gefühle/Leiden nicht anmerken lassen, da man Angst hat, dass dies ein Zeichen von Schwäche wäre. Doch oftmals ist es es einfach wert, über seinen Schatten zu springen. Dies gilt auch für die Mrs. Cool.
Reimschema: ABAB, evtl. Rock oder Marsch Neue Besen kehren (zwar) gut, aber alte sollten nicht (zwangsläufig) entsorgt werden, wer weiss, wofür man sie noch braucht...