Mary
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Mary had a pretty symphony
Spoken words on gracious melody
What she sang is always in my head
But I couldn't sing it to you
Now she's sleeping many steps away
With every song of hate and love in mind
Something that I'd love to hear again
But maybe she will never come back

My spark is dead
Inside of my head, there's nothing
Only noise instead of music
Won't you pull my strings once again?

Mary was my muse and I miss her
I can't do anything by myself
She could take possession of my mind
All the music vanished and lost
I still have a few things left from her
Piece of hair of scratches of her skin

Maybe I will find her on the way
Or maybe she will never come back

Overall Meaning

"Mary" is a tribute to a lost love and muse, who in the past had provided the singer with beautiful, inspiring music. The first stanza describes Mary's ability to mold spoken words into a "pretty symphony," touching upon the elegance and grace of her talent. The singer is haunted by the memory of her music and the impact it had on him. He longs to hear it again but is uncertain if Mary will ever return.

The second stanza reveals that the singer's own spark of creativity has died since Mary's departure. He feels lost without her, unable to create anything on his own. Mary had been the key to his inspiration, taking hold of his mind and providing him with the music that had driven him forward. He now feels lost, stuck with only a few pieces of her left behind.

The overall tone of the song is one of longing and melancholy. It's clear that Mary had been a vital force in the singer's life, but her departure has left him feeling empty and unsure of how to move forward. He's still holding onto hope that she'll return, but there's a sense of resignation that comes through in his lyrics.

Line by Line Meaning

Mary had a pretty symphony
Mary composed beautiful music

Spoken words on gracious melody
Her music was full of graceful lyrics

What she sang is always in my head
Her music stays in my mind

But I couldn't sing it to you
I cannot reproduce her music

Now she's sleeping many steps away
Mary is now far away, possibly dead or asleep

With every song of hate and love in mind
She composed music regarding love and hate

Something that I'd love to hear again
I wish to listen to her music again

But maybe she will never come back
It is possible that I may never hear from Mary again.

My spark is dead
I have lost my motivation

Inside of my head, there's nothing
I cannot think of anything anymore

Only noise instead of music
All I can hear is loud, unpleasant sounds