The Passion of Lovers
Bauhaus Lyrics


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She had nut painted arms
That were hers to keep
And in her fear
She sought cracked pleasures
The passion of lovers is for death said she
Licked her lips
And turned to feather
And as I watched from underneath
I came aware of all that she keep
The little foxes so safe and sound
They were not dead
They'd gone to ground

The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death

She breaks her heart
Just a little too much
And her jokes attract the lucky bad type
As she dips and wails
And slips her banshee smile
She gets the better of the bigger to the letter

The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she




The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she

Overall Meaning

The Passion of Lovers by Bauhaus is a dark and poetic song that explores themes of fear, pleasure, and death through vivid imagery and haunting melodies. The lyrics paint a picture of a woman who is both alluring and dangerous, with "nut painted arms" that suggest a connection to nature and a willingness to embrace the unknown. The first verse alludes to her desire for "cracked pleasures" and her belief that the passion of lovers is ultimately tied to death.


As the song progresses, the woman's character becomes more complex, with references to "little foxes" that are not really dead, but merely hiding. This could be interpreted as a metaphor for the woman's own ability to evade danger and conceal her true intentions beneath a seductive exterior. She breaks her heart "just a little too much" and attracts the "lucky bad type," suggesting that she is willing to take risks and even harm herself in pursuit of pleasure.


Line by Line Meaning

She had nut painted arms
She had arms that were painted brown with the intent to keep them that way


That were hers to keep
The brown painted arms belonged to her alone


And in her fear
When she was afraid


She sought cracked pleasures
She looked for pleasures that were damaged, broken, or flawed in some way


The passion of lovers is for death said she
She believed that the intense passion between lovers inevitably leads to death


Licked her lips
She licked her lips with anticipation or desire


And turned to feather
She became light and swift, like a feather or bird taking flight


And as I watched from underneath
As I observed from a lower or subservient position


I came aware of all that she keep
I became aware of all the things she kept hidden or private


The little foxes so safe and sound
Her small secrets were well-protected and secure


They were not dead
These secrets were not gone or finished, despite being hidden away


They'd gone to ground
They had simply been buried or concealed


She breaks her heart
She continually hurts herself emotionally


Just a little too much
Beyond what would be considered healthy or reasonable


And her jokes attract the lucky bad type
Her sense of humor draws in people who are fortunate but also prone to causing trouble


As she dips and wails
As she moves and cries out emotionally


And slips her banshee smile
She smiles in a way that is reminiscent of a wailing banshee or spirit


She gets the better of the bigger to the letter
She completely outmaneuvers or outwits those who are more powerful or larger than her


The passion of lovers is for death said she
Again, she insists that love and passion lead inevitably to death




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: DANIEL GASTON ASH, DAVID JAY, KEVIN HASKINS, PETER JOHN MURPHY

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@wuantanfry

She had nut painted arms
That were hers to keep
And in her fear
She sought cracked pleasures
The passion of lovers is for death said she
Licked her lips
And turned to feather

And as I watched from underneath
I came aware of all that she keep
The little foxes so safe and sound
They were not dead
They'd gone to ground

The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death

She breaks her heart
Just a little too much
And her jokes attract the lucky bad type
As she dips and wails
And slips her banshee smile
She gets the better of the bigger to the letter

The passion of lovers is for death said she



@chrissybean13

Ancient Earth work fort and barrow
Discreetly hide their secret abodes
The most fearful hide deep inside
And venture not there upon Yuletide

For invasion of their hollow hills
That music hold and Oberon fill
Is surely recommended not
For fear of death, in fear of rot

Hollow hills
Hollow hills
Hollow hills
Hollow hills

Baleful sounds and wild voices ignored
Ill luck disaster the one reward
Violated sanctity of supermen's hills
So sad, love lies there still
So sad
So sad
Hollow hills
Hollow hills
Witches too and goblin too and speckled sills
Lament repent oh mortal you
So sad
So sad



All comments from YouTube:

@benedettobruno1669

Always and forever, thank you to Great Britain and the British people whose creativity, since the 1960s, has given the rest of the World hundreds of unique bands such as the Bauhaus and music of unparalleled beauty, quirkiness and atmosphere. What would our lives have been without British bands? Thank you from Sicily.

@angelicosmic

You are very welcome.

@zyang9276

I totally think the same! Greetings from Mexico. VIVA LA GREAT BRITAIN!

@leilavalens3617

Indeed. Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the airwaves!

@ileanapilaf3546

don t worry my italian friend, you guys contributed too, with like... organized crime and spagetti mario!

@DIVINEMOTHMAN

Benedetto Bruno it’s the weather it makes us want to hang ourselves or make music.Hi from the uk.

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@OMercifulZadkiel

No other voice can hold to the unique intensity found in Murphy's. That sound gets in your bones.

@trips347

Exactly

@waynedunn1108

One of the best goth bands ever i thank my brother for getting me in to bauhaus

@EMPERORTITSWORTH

EMPEROR TITSWORTH COVERS BAUHAUS - THE PASSION OF LOVERS
https://youtu.be/J7jDR7j9Bcs

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