Schlagwort: The Rolling Stones

Der Song aber, der in mir alle Lichter entzündete, war „Moonlight Mile“.

Jon Landau im Rolling Stone nannte „Moonlight Mile“ 

… a masterpiece. The semi-oriental touch seems to heighten the song’s intense expression of desire, which is the purest and most engaging emotion present on the record. The sense of personal commitment and emotional spontaneity immediately liberate Jagger’s (double-tracked) singing […] There is something soulful here, something deeply felt […] Paul Buckmaster […] does the best job with strings I can remember in a long, long time, while Charlie Watts only goes through the motions of loosening up his style, as he comes down hard on the nearly magical line, „Just about a moonlight mile.“ 

When Jagger finally says „Here we go, now“ as Mick Taylor’s guitar (Richard is inexplicably absent) falls perfectly into place with a hypnotic chord pattern, it’s as if he is taking our hand and is literally going to walk us down his dream road. As the strings push the intensity level constantly upwards and Charlie emphasizes the development with fabulous cymbal crashes, the energy becomes unmistakably erotic — erotic as opposed to merely sexual […] The expression of need that dominates so much of the record is transformed from a hostile statement into a plea and a statement of warmth and receptiveness.

This cut really does sway and when Jagger’s voice re-enters, it is […] with the kind of abandon that he seems uniquely capable of. And unique is the best word to describe the cut as a whole […].

Dieses halb fernöstliche, halb orientalische Arrangement brachte etwas so fremdartig Schönes und Mysteriöses in die Musik, und vermutlich habe ich sie nie wieder verlassen, diese dream road und die Stimmung dieses Songs. Lyrics, von denen ein Kritiker schrieb: re-created all the paradoxical distances inherent in erotic love with a power worthy of Yeats. Die Anspielung auf snow, Kokain, ist nicht das weiße Geheimnis von „Moonlight Mile“.

When the wind blows and the rain feels cold
With a head full of snow
With a head full of snow
In the window there’s a face you know
Don’t the nights pass slow
Don’t the nights pass slow 
The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind
Just another mad mad day on the road
I am just living to be lying by your side
But I’m just about a moonlight mile on down the road
Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes
Gonna warm my bones
Gonna warm my bones
I got silence on my radio
Let the air waves flow
Let the air waves flow
Oh I am sleeping under strange strange skies
Just another mad mad day on the road
My dreams is fading down the railway line
I’m just about a moonlight mile down the road
I’m hiding sister and I’m dreaming
I’m riding down your moonlight mile
I’m hiding baby and I’m dreaming
I’m riding down your moonlight mile

Antirationalistischer Block: Sticky Fingers

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