Kleine Gottesgeschichten, Teil 1

Das Erste, was einem auffällt, wenn man mewithoutYou hört, ist der ungewöhnliche Gesang. Es ist nämlich kein Gesang, sondern eher gesprochene Lyrik. Takte werden bewusst missachtet, Reime werden geschickt versteckt, Refrains sind kaum erkennbar. Und doch – irgendwie fesselt diese Art von Musik. Und so schwer es fällt, das zu glauben: Die Musik hört sich genauso an, wie das Cover aussieht.

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Tracklisting

Was aber wirklich interessant ist: Die Lieder sind so völlig anders als das, was man sonst so kennt. Wenn bisher immer das Schema Vers 1, Refrain, Vers 2, Refrain, Bridge, Refrain galt, wird hier alles komplett untypisch angeordnet und auch so miteinander vermischt, dass man als nicht-aufmerksamer Hörer wahrscheinlich kaum noch hinterher kommt. Und jedes Lied ist eine kleine Geschichte für sich.

1. Messes Of Men


2. The Dryness And The Rain


3. Wolf Am I! (And Shadow)


4. Yellow Spider


5. A Glass Can Only Spill What It Contains


6. Nice And Blue (Pt. Two)


7. The Sun And The Moon


8. Orange Spider


9. C-Minor


10. In A Market Dimly Lit


11. O, Porcupine


12. Brownish Spider


13. In A Sweater Poorly Knit

Mein Tipp!

Am Liebsten höre ich mewithoutYou eigentlich zum Einschlafen, weil das Album mit dem genial-rockigen Schlaflied In A Sweater Poorly Knit beendet wird. Ich weiß nicht warum, aber ich kann da immer sanft entschlummern. Aber genug der Rede, hier meine Lieblingslieder.

A Glass Can Only Spill What It Contains

A cat came drifting onto my porch from the outside cold
And with eyes closed, drinking warm milk from my bowl
Thought,
“Nobody hears me! Nobody hears me!
As I crept in so soft
And nobody sees me! Nobody sees me!”
As I watched six steps off

Like peacocks wandering the walkways of the zoo
Who have twice the autonomy the giraffes and tigers do
Saying,
“No one can stop me! No one can stop me!
No one clips my claws.
Now everyone watch me! Everyone watch me
scale these outside walls!”

Oh you, pious and profane
Put away your praise and blame
Said, “A glass can only spill what it contains”
To the perpetually plain, the incurably inane
A glass can only spill what it contains

What new mystery is this?
What blessed backwardness?
The Immeasurable One is held and does not resist!
Struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men
The Almighty One does not defend

I was halfway listening to what she thinks she knows
We’re like children dressing in our parents’ clothes
Saying,
“Nobody knows me. Nobody knows me.
No one knows my name.
Nobody knows me. Nobody knows me.
No, nobody knows me.”

I half-heartedly explained
But gave up peacefully ashamed
A glass can only spill what it contains
We went to Portugal and Spain
And in her mind the entire time it rained
A glass can only spill what it contains

What new mystery is this?
In overflowing emptiness
The Invisible is seen among the shadows and the mist
Before my doubting eyes the Infinite appears in time
The Unquestionable is questioned but makes no reply

What new mystery is this?
What new mystery is this?
What new mystery is this?
What new mystery is this?
What new mystery is this?
“My Rabbi!”
My lips betray with a kiss
What new mystery is this?

Die Geschichten von Katze und Pfau sind hierbei so schön harmonisch verpackt, dass ich mich richtig in das Szenario reindenken kann, auch wenn ich die Gottesliebe nicht mit den Jungs teilen kann, aber es klingt einfach klasse.

In A Sweater Poorly Knit

In a sweater poorly knit and an unsuspecting smile
Little moses drifts downstream in the Nile
A fumbling reply, an awkward rigid laugh
I’m carried helpless by my floating basket raft
Your flavor in my mind swings back and forth between
Sweet rhan any wine and bitter as mustard greens
Light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickel bread
The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead!

As you plow some other field try and forget my name
See what harvest yields, and, supposing I’d do the same
I planted rows of peas but by the first week of July
They should have come up to my knees
But they were maybe ankle high
Take the fingers from your flute to weave your colored yarns
And boil down your fruit to preserves in mason jars
But now the books are overdueand the goats are underfed
The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead!

You’re a door-without-a-key, a field-without-a-fence
You made a holy fool of me and I’ve thanked you ever since.
If she comes circling back we’ll end where we’d begun
Like two pennies on the train track the train crushed into one
Or if I’m a crown without a king, if I’m a broken open seed
If I come without a thing, then I come with all I need
No boat out in the blue, no place to rest your head,
The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead!

I do not exist, only you exist.

Einfach fantastisch, die Harfe am Ende reißt es eigentlich noch doppelt raus, finde ich. Wer bei so sanften Klängen nicht gut einschlafen kann, der sollte sich vielleicht mal den Kopf freimachen. Wie wäre es dazu mit dem nächsten Album Catch For Us The Foxes?