LA CANCIÓN DE LOS LUNES

 A little death de The Neighbourhood y El beso de Edvard Munch

Vacancy was lit, the guests were checking in

The concierge was cold

The water pipes had mold all over them 

The room was fit for two

The bed was left in ruins 

The neighbor was knocking, yeah

But no one would let him in

Touch me, yeah

I want you to touch me there

Make me feel like I am breathing

Feel like I am human

Dancing through the night 

A vodka and a sprite

A glimpse of the silhouettes

A night that they never forget

Touch me, yeah

I want you to touch me there

Make me feel like I am breathing

Feel like I am human

Touch me, yeah

I want you to touch me there

Make me feel like I am breathing

Feel like I am human

She sought death on a queen-sized bed

And he had said, ‘Darling, your looks can kill,

So now you’re dead.’

Touch me, yeah

I want you to touch me there

Make me feel like I am breathing

Feel like I am human

Touch me, yeah

I want you to touch me there

Make me feel like I am breathing

Feel like I am human, again

La canción es "A little death", pertenece al álbum I love you (2013) del grupo estadounidense The Neighbourhood. https://youtu.be/LVqGRJLEj28?si=NTHK2rWZpoICqzHt. En cuanto al cuadro, se trata de El beso (1897) de Edvard Munch.

  

En primer lugar, el cuadro nos presenta a una pareja besándose, los rostros están difusos y se rompe el límite entre un cuerpo y otro. Solo con esto ya encontramos un paralelismo con el verso “A glimpse of the silhouettes”.

No es un beso dulce y delicado, sino salvaje y violento (esta imagen podría evocarnos, a su vez, al tópico del amor ferus). Esta idea la vemos reflejada en el estribillo de la canción, en la que dice “Touch me, yeah / I want you to touch me there / Make me feel like I am breathing / Feel like I am human”.

Como podemos apreciar en la pintura, ambas figuras se encuentran en una habitación, ya que se distingue una cortina de fondo, lo que se vincula con los siguientes versos “The room was fit for two” y con “The neighbor was knocking, yeah / But no one would let him in”.

Finalmente, los colores fríos de la obra y el hecho de que las figuras carezcan de rasgos faciales definidos establece una relación con los versos “She sought death on a queen-sized bed / And he had said, ‘Darling, your looks can kill, / So now you’re dead’”.