Secret Door
Arctic Monkeys Lyrics


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Fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes
That you would rather be beside than in front of
But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares

She swam out of tonight's phantasm
Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
There's absolutely nothing for us here
It's a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a Wednesday night
It's better than to get a reputation as a miserable little tyke
At least that's the conclusion she came to in this overture

And the secret door swings behind us
She's saying nothing, she's just giggling along

Her arms were folded most indignant
Not looking like she was soon to leave
I had to squint in order to believe
And then like a butler pushing on a bookshelf
I'm unveiling the unexpected
I, who was earlier reluctant
Was suddenly embarrassed and corrected
How could such a creature survive in such a habitat?

And the secret door swings behind us
She's saying nothing, she's just giggling along
Even if they were to find us
I wouldn't notice, I'm completely occupied

As all the fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes
Ones you would rather be beside than in front of
But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares
Fools on parade frolic and fuck about to make her gaze
Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture that holds her absence
But you're daft to think she'd care

Fools on parade
Fools on parade




Fools on parade
Conduct a sing-along

Overall Meaning

The song Secret Door by Arctic Monkeys speaks about a woman who is not affected by the judgment and opinions of others, indicated by the line “But she’s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.” She takes the lead in the song, pulling the singer away from the fools on parade. They escape from the tediousness of their surroundings, as it is “a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a Wednesday night.” The singer is skeptical about the situation, but as the woman leads him into the unknown, he begins to see the beauty in it.


As they reach the secret door, the woman is playful, giggling and not saying a word. Her calm demeanor is juxtaposed with the singer’s disbelief and awe. He is almost embarrassed by his earlier skepticism and corrected in his perception of her. At the end of the song, the fools on parade are “frolic[ing] and fuck[ing] about to make her gaze turn to a scribble,” but she remains unaffected by their antics. The final lines “But you’re daft to think she’d care/Fools on parade, fools on parade, fools on parade/Conduct a sing-along” rings true in showing the woman’s apathy to their behavior.


Overall, the song tells the story of a woman who is unbothered by the opinions of others and encourages the singer to join her in reveling in the unknown. The fools on parade represent the conformity and mundane aspects of life that the woman is trying to escape from. The secret door represents the gateway to new experiences and freedom from judgment.


Line by Line Meaning

Fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes
People are foolishly putting on a show, acting out and entertaining others who are eagerly watching.


That you would rather be beside than in front of
You'd rather be part of the audience than the performer in this spectacle.


But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares
She's not affected or made empty by the attention and scrutiny of others.


She swam out of tonight's phantasm
She emerged from the surreal and illusory experience of the present moment.


Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
She took hold of my hand and communicated something unambiguously.


There's absolutely nothing for us here
There's nothing of value or interest in this place or situation.


It's a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a Wednesday night
It's a subdued and understated celebration that's appropriate for a weeknight.


It's better than to get a reputation as a miserable little tyke
It's preferable to avoid being seen as a whining or unhappy child.


At least that's the conclusion she came to in this overture
That's the decision or resolution she reached in this introductory or opening act.


And the secret door swings behind us
The hidden or unknown entrance closes shut as we move beyond it.


She's saying nothing, she's just giggling along
She's not speaking, but expresses her amusement with laughter.


Her arms were folded most indignant
She crossed her arms in a manner that showed her annoyance or displeasure.


Not looking like she was soon to leave
She appeared like she had no intention of departing anytime soon.


I had to squint in order to believe
I had to narrow my eyes in disbelief and wonder.


And then like a butler pushing on a bookshelf
Similar to a servant moving a secret panel in a wall,


I'm unveiling the unexpected
I'm revealing or exposing something surprising or unforeseen.


I, who was earlier reluctant
I previously felt hesitant or uncertain about something.


Was suddenly embarrassed and corrected
I suddenly felt ashamed and needed to be taught a lesson or corrected by someone.


How could such a creature survive in such a habitat?
How could someone like her exist or thrive in this kind of environment or situation?


Even if they were to find us
Even if others were to discover us.


I wouldn't notice, I'm completely occupied
I wouldn't pay attention to them because I'm fully absorbed or engrossed in something else.


Fools on parade frolic and fuck about to make her gaze
People are acting like fools, dancing around and having sex, in order to get her attention and interest.


Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture that holds her absence
Her image or memory would become just a hasty or illegible mark on a page next to a picture of her that highlights her absence or lack of presence.


But you're daft to think she'd care
You're foolish or mistaken to believe that she would be affected or concerned by this.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Alex Turner

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