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The Merry Thoughts
"If you are to copy a band, either do it right or simply don't; well these guys did it to perfection. The Merry Thoughts [are] the ultimate the Sisters of Mercy clones, and one of the few bands out there that can truly be mistaken for the Sisters of Mercy. From the lead singer's voice who skillfully captures the Eldritch tonality, to the guitars, bass and drums, all carbon copies....well they even have the equivalent of Doktor Avalanche and they called their Drummachine: the Thoughtmachine!
... the quality of the songs is as good as the Sisters of Mercy songs...
Both of The Merry Thoughts' full length albums, Millenium Done I: Empire Songs and Psychocult are highly recommended. I can't think of a single flaw on either."
Said Sukkarieh, Musicfolio, 6/01
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Goddess
The Merry Thoughts Lyrics
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As i visited her town
'some bugger in a tank parade,
Maggie's down'
As through the night mascara sights
The oil is done
On my way a shot-down cupid
And he
The only one
Lipstick on a razor-blade
She's stalking through the light
And all my sirens wail
And she will as she can
As she knows that she can
And all my sirens wail
As she knows that she's a goddess
I found the stairs unlit at night
Tethered by her hair
Maenads
And maggots
Pass my mind
Perfumes on the stairs
There are tales to be told of demotic acts
There are hearts to be sold by demotic sex
And the blue screen flickered shades on us
As the paraffin ran out
Maenads and maggots
Cram it in the archives
Maenads and maggots
Cram it in the archives
I'll be the angel of your mourning, baby
Lipstick on a razor-blade
She's stalking through the light
And all my sirens wail
And she will as she can
As she knows that she can
And all my sirens wail
As she knows that she's a goddess
Goddess
Goddess
Cram it in the archives
The Merry Thoughts's "Goddess" is a dark and cryptic song that is open to interpretation. The lyrics tell a story of someone visiting a town and hearing short-wave news about a tank parade and Maggie being down. The following lines suggest there is violence in this town, with a shot-down cupid indicating someone has been killed. The lyrics then shift to a description of a woman with lipstick on a razor-blade stalking through the light, as sirens wail. The woman is presented as a powerful figure, a goddess.
The imagery in the lyrics is haunting, with references to maenads, maggots, and demotic acts. The blue screen flickering shades on the characters is unnerving and adds to the sense of unease. The song seems to be exploring themes of power and violence, with the woman presented as a goddess holding sway over the town. It is unclear who or what the maenads and maggots represent, but they are being "crammed in the archives."
Overall, "Goddess" is a moody and atmospheric song that invites interpretation. It presents a dark, mysterious world filled with violence and powerful women. The lyrics are open to individual interpretation, and the musical accompaniment adds to the ominous feel of the song.
Line by Line Meaning
Short-wave news arranged the day
I received a message through a short-wave radio signal that organized my plans for the day.
As I visited her town
I traveled to the town where she lives.
'Some bugger in a tank parade, Maggie's down'
I overheard on the radio that someone in a military parade caused trouble and it affected the prime minister, Margaret Thatcher.
As through the night mascara sights
I observed the beauty of the night through my mascara-laden eyes.
The oil is done
The oil I was using has finished.
On my way a shot-down cupid
I came across a symbol of love, Cupid, that has failed in its mission.
And he is not the only one
There are others who have failed in their pursuit of love.
Lipstick on a razor-blade
She has applied her lipstick aggressively, like it is a weapon.
She's stalking through the light
She is moving through the glow of light with confidence and poise.
And all my sirens wail
Alarm bells ring in my head as I see her beauty and feel her power.
And she will as she can
She will use all her abilities to get what she wants.
As she knows that she can
She is aware of her own power and influence.
And all my sirens wail
The alarm in my head grows louder as she continues to captivate me.
As she knows that she's a goddess
She believes she is a deity, worthy of admiration and worship.
I found the stairs unlit at night
I encountered a dark, foreboding staircase in the night.
Tethered by her hair
She had left some of her hair behind which now felt like a restraint.
Maenads and maggots pass my mind
I am plagued by thoughts of wild women and decaying matter.
Perfumes on the stairs
The air is filled with the scent of fragrances on the staircase.
There are tales to be told of demotic acts
There are stories of ordinary people engaging in deviant behaviors.
There are hearts to be sold by demotic sex
People are willing to trade their hearts for sexual satisfaction.
And the blue screen flickered shades on us
The television screen showed distorted images of us.
As the paraffin ran out
The fuel was nearly gone, leaving us in darkness.
Maenads and maggots, cram it in the archives
I want to forget about those disturbing thoughts and memories, and store them away for safekeeping.
I'll be the angel of your mourning, baby
I will comfort you in times of sorrow and be there for you when you need me.
Goddess
She is a divine being worthy of reverence and admiration.
Goddess
She is so extraordinary that she deserves to be called a goddess.
Cram it in the archives
Store away these intense, overwhelming feelings and experiences for another day.
Contributed by Annabelle V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.