Severin the Wanderer:
"Number 2 in a series of songs about the love "that dare not speak its name." When last we looked, the Bangles were mooning over a high school friend in the manner of the little sister in "Ele..."
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Severin the Wanderer:
"Number 2 in a series of songs about the love "that dare not speak its name." When last we looked, the Bangles were mooning over a high school friend in the manner of the little sister in "Election." That song, one of longing and obsession, seemed haunting and haunted. This one, however, just seems spooked (n.b. Flaming Ember is blue-eyed soul, despite recording for Holland, Dozier and Holland). The singer so bemoans his humiliation in being dumped (for a WOMAN!!) he would prefer to die. He then spends the next three verses trying to figure out why, running through the gamut of tired excuses for her "strange affair," from an abusive father and unfeeling boyfriends to her new lover's availability and sensitivity. In the end, though, his only answer is "the ways of love are rearranging:" small cheese indeed under the circumstances. It would all be rather pathetic were it not for the tune's Motown bounce. Well, no. It's still pathetic. But what a hoot!"
