Malediction
Diamanda Galás Lyrics


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The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
of the youngman who ran screaming through
the street,
streaming blood in trails of terror,
are the arms that point me to my door,
which forsaken by the blood of Jesus,
invites the Devil, who now waits for me outside.
The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
are the arms that point me to the red eyes
of the pentecostal killers and the black eyes
of the roman catholic killers and the blue eyes
of the pinhead skinhead killers,
and the dirty angel does his target practice night
and day,
making ready now to steal my soul away.

The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
are the arms that wait between my T.V. and my gun,
while the winks and smiles of singing debutantes
and eunuchs whisper,
"We don't want you, Unclean, lying there in vomit,
filth, and perspiration,
coming back with Elvis or with Jesus from the dead."

The arms that you cut off the body
of the screaming youngman
dance before my eyes the endless murder of my soul
which, taunted every hour by open windows,
has kept itself alive with prayer,
but not for miracles,
and not for heaven.
Just for silence




and for mercy
until the end.

Overall Meaning

In Diamanda Galas's song "Malediction," the lyrics describe a haunting scene in which the arms of a young man, who was brutally killed one Sunday night, symbolically point the singer towards her own door, which she believes has been forsaken by the blood of Jesus and is now inviting the Devil to wait for her outside. The severed arms also act as a reminder of the violent and hateful actions of different religious extremists, such as the pentecostal, roman catholic and skinhead killers, who all seem to have their sights set on the singer. The final verse suggests that the singer's soul is in danger of being stolen away by this same hate and violence, leaving her praying for mercy and silence until the end.


Line by Line Meaning

The arms that you cut off that Sunday night of the youngman who ran screaming through the street, streaming blood in trails of terror, are the arms that point me to my door, which forsaken by the blood of Jesus, invites the Devil, who now waits for me outside.
The arms of a victim cut off by the killer are now the same arms that beckon the Devil to the singer's door because the blood of Jesus has forsaken it. It implies that the singer is surrounded by darkness and despair.


The arms that you cut off that Sunday night are the arms that point me to the red eyes of the pentecostal killers and the black eyes of the roman catholic killers and the blue eyes of the pinhead skinhead killers, and the dirty angel does his target practice night and day, making ready now to steal my soul away.
The arms of the victim point the singer to the killers with their colored eyes and the dirty angel who now practices aiming at the singer day and night, showing that she is in constant danger and surrounded by evil.


The arms that you cut off that Sunday night are the arms that wait between my T.V. and my gun, while the winks and smiles of singing debutantes and eunuchs whisper, "We don't want you, Unclean, lying there in vomit, filth, and perspiration, coming back with Elvis or with Jesus from the dead."
The arms of the victim wait between the singer's T.V. and gun, while debutantes and eunuchs whisper disgustedly about her state of cleanliness and reject her, adding to her loneliness and desperation.


The arms that you cut off the body of the screaming youngman dance before my eyes the endless murder of my soul which, taunted every hour by open windows, has kept itself alive with prayer, but not for miracles, and not for heaven. Just for silence and for mercy until the end.
The arms of the screaming young man remind the singer of the endless murder of her soul, which is tormented every hour by the open windows. She prays not for miracles or heaven, but for the relief of silence and mercy until the end of her suffering.




Writer(s): Diamanda Helena Galas Copyright: Embassy Music Corp. O/B/o Mute Song

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