Un viaggio nel club che ha dato vita alla leggenda
Con Danceteria, uno dei brani più significativi del nuovo album Confessions II, Madonna trasforma la memoria in musica, riportando gli ascoltatori nella New York dei primi anni Ottanta, quando la scena underground era un laboratorio di arte, moda e rivoluzione culturale.
Il brano è molto più di un semplice omaggio nostalgico: è un’autobiografia in forma dance. Tra beat pulsanti, sintetizzatori dal sapore retrò e una produzione moderna, Madonna rievoca le notti trascorse tra piste da ballo, performance improvvisate e incontri destinati a cambiare la sua vita. Musicalmente, Danceteria fonde house, disco ed elettronica con il tipico stile di Madonna, Inserita all’interno di Confessions II, l’ideale seguito dello storico Confessions on a Dance Floor del 2005, la canzone assume un significato ancora più profondo: Madonna guarda alle proprie origini non con nostalgia, ma con la consapevolezza di chi riconosce quanto quelle esperienze abbiano definito il suo percorso umano e professionale. Con Danceteria, Madonna dimostra ancora una volta la sua capacità di reinventarsi senza perdere il legame con le proprie radici.
Testo canzone :
Talk about, talk about, talk about
Talk about, talk about, talk about
I got something I wanna talk about (Talk about, talk about)
Talk about, talk about, talk about
Get off the train, four, five, six
Walk to the club, don’t wait for shit
Meet this boy named Martin Burgoyne
He’s my best friend, he’s my boytoy
We see the line, it’s way too long
Cut to the front, there’s Haoui Montaug
Waves us in, No Entiendes
I’m not sure you understand this
Wait backstage, get into my car
Drive to the disco, have a drink at the bar
People, they might talk about us
I don’t care
It’s not what I say, it’s not what I do
It’s how my body language talks to you
I just want to lose myself in the groove
Get over here
Everybody get up and dance (Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah)
Everyone here is a work of art
Everybody get up and dance (Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah)
Everyone here is a work of art
Everybody get up and dance
Get on the elevator
I run into Debi Mazar
Take us to the third floor
Walk us to the dance floor
Then I see Mark Kamins is the DJ
He’s the DJ, hide the cocaine
He played my tape, “Everybody” (Everybody)
This is how we start the party
Face to face, bodies all around
Temperature is rising and the sweat’s dripping down
Everybody’s watching now, oh, yeah
I don’t care
It’s not what I say, it’s not what I do
It’s how my body language talks to you
I just want to lose myself in the groove
Get over here
Everybody get up and dance (Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah)
Everyone here is a work of art
Everybody get up and dance (Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah)
(Everybody, move your body)
Everyone here is a work of art
Everybody get up and dance
This is how we start the party
There’s Fab Five Freddy and Basquiat
Keith Haring and Kenny Scharf
Everyone came from Shafrazi
Shafrazi to the beat
There’s Maripol and a guy named Fred
See these guys spinning on their heads
There’s Rock Steady Crew and Crazy Legs
Puerto Rican boys, they made me crazy
They made me crazy
Nile Rodgers and David Byrne
B-52’s had money to burn
Lounge Lizards had so much style
Lower East Side lets walk on the wild side
Like doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Let’s have some fun, let’s have another one
Uh
Everybody get up and dance (Dance)
Everybody get up and dance (Dance)
Everybody get up and dance
Everyone here is a work of art
Everyone here is a work of art (Dance)
Work of art, work of art
Everybody get up and dance
Everyone here is a work of art
Everyone here is a work of art (Dance)
Work of art, work of art
Everybody get up and dance
