At Madam Plum
Stephin Merritt Lyrics


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Just outside this window
Blood might get on your shoes
Please don't track it in though
Thank you

We've all read the news
Outside, it's drums and trumpets
But here, it's tea and crumpets
Here at madam plum's
Where everybody comes
We watch the world decay
And dance the night away
Here at madam plum's
Their trumpets and their drums
Are hardly ever heard
And war is just a word

It may be raining fire
But here, we don't enquire
We find it necessary
To take a spot of sherry
And so we find a very
Secluded sanctuary
Way down in the slums
We step over the bums
Behind the liquor store
To find the hidden door
Down at madam plum's
We spend fantastic sums
And all our idle hours
Admiring the flowers
Here at madam plum's
We grow chrysanthemums
Of every size and kind
However you're inclined...

Here at madam plum's
Where everybody comes
We watch the world decay
And dance the night away
Here at madam plum's
Their trumpets and their drums




Are hardly every heard
And war is just a word

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Stephin Merritt's song "At Madam Plum" describe an alternate reality, where the world outside is consumed by chaos, war, and destruction, but inside Madam Plum's establishment, it's a completely different story. The song brings up themes of escapism, luxury, and surrealism. Merritt creates imagery of bloodshed and chaos outside the window, urging the visitor to be careful not to let the blood on their shoes. He makes sure to thank them in advance for their consideration. It's as if Madam Plum's is the last refuge from the chaos and they don't want it to be disrupted.


Merritt contrasts the chaos with the tranquillity inside Madam Plum's establishment. There's tea and crumpets, sherry, and chrysanthemums of every size and kind, providing a sense of luxury that's almost surreal. He describes it as a "secluded sanctuary" where all their "idle hours" are spent. It's almost as if Madam Plum's is an escape from reality, a place to forget about the troubles of the outside world. The visitors dance the night away while the outside world decays, and the sound of the war is nothing more than a distant word. The song seems to suggest that people need places like Madam Plum's to escape from the reality of the world outside sometimes.


Line by Line Meaning

Just outside this window
Right beyond these panes of glass


Blood might get on your shoes
There may be violence close by


Please don't track it in though
But do your best not to bring it inside here


Thank you
I'd appreciate it


We've all read the news
The world isn't in great shape


Outside, it's drums and trumpets
There's chaos, conflict, and war going on


But here, it's tea and crumpets
But in here, we can try to forget about it all


Here at madam plum's
This is Madam Plum's establishment


Where everybody comes
Many people visit here


We watch the world decay
We witness the decline of society


And dance the night away
And yet we still try to enjoy ourselves


Their trumpets and their drums
The sounds of war


Are hardly ever heard
Are muffled, muted, or quite distant


And war is just a word
The horrors of warfare are just an abstract concept


It may be raining fire
There may be destruction raining down


But here, we don't enquire
But we try not to think about it


We find it necessary
We need to do this


To take a spot of sherry
We have a drink to calm our nerves


And so we find a very
This leads us to discover a particularly


Secluded sanctuary
Hidden refuge


Way down in the slums
Deep within the poorest parts of town


We step over the bums
As we make our way to our haven, we ignore the homeless


Behind the liquor store
Behind the alcohol seller's establishment


To find the hidden door
To access the secret entrance


Down at madam plum's
Once inside Madam Plum's


We spend fantastic sums
We splurge on this luxury


And all our idle hours
And much of our free time


Admiring the flowers
We enjoy the beauty around us


Here at madam plum's
At Madam Plum's business


We grow chrysanthemums
We cultivate various forms of beauty


Of every size and kind
In many different forms and shapes


However you're inclined...
No matter what your tastes may be




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