The Wedding Song
The Widow's Bane Lyrics
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All the color that was in 'em, it all ran away.
Left my heart chalked full of kerosene,
So strike a match and turn my love to confetti.
There ain't no lady; there ain't no girl;
There ain't no dame in this whole damned world
that could love a man, a man like me.
There's plenty of fish as well as sharks in the deep blue sea.
But now I just owe her what's left of me.
I know I've no dignity, But I'd trade it willingly
If she would just spend one night next to me.
Love ain't no prom dress; love ain't no dance;
Love ain't no cherry bowl smothered in romance.
love's a whip and you're a slave,
And it cuts the heart long after the grave.
There ain't no fairy, there's just this tale;
No one was buying so they put it up on sale,
And now you see nothing's for free.
The Wedding Song by The Widow's Bane is a melancholic and tragic song about lost love and the bitter aftermath that follows. The opening lines express the singer's regret and sadness over the roses that he had kept as a symbol of his love, which have now withered and lost their color. It's a metaphor for how the passion and intensity of his relationship has faded away with time, leaving him with a heart full of kerosene, waiting to be set ablaze. He is resigned to the fact that there's no woman in the world who could love a man like him, and that there are plenty of other options out there. He's left with nothing but a shattered dream that he tried to hold onto, but failed, and now all that's left is a broken and battered version of himself.
The second verse of the song is even more depressing, as the singer admits that he has no dignity left, and he'd give anything to spend just one more night with the woman he loved. He acknowledges that love is not a pretty, romantic thing, but rather a cruel master that enslaves and cuts deep into the heart, even after death. In the end, he reflects on how nothing in life is for free, and how even fairy tales have a price to pay. The song is a powerful reflection not just on lost love, but also on the profound sense of hopelessness and existential despair that can follow such a loss.
Line by Line Meaning
I kept these roses, now they're dried and grey;
I held onto these roses, but they lost their vibrant color and withered away.
All the color that was in 'em, it all ran away.
The beauty that once existed within these roses has vanished.
Left my heart chalked full of kerosene,
My heart is filled with explosive and dangerous emotions.
So strike a match and turn my love to confetti.
Let my explosive love be celebrated and scattered like confetti.
There ain't no lady; there ain't no girl;
I have not found a woman who can accept and love me for who I am.
There ain't no dame in this whole damned world
There is no woman in existence who can love me the way I am.
that could love a man, a man like me.
I believe that no woman could truly love me for who I am, despite my flaws.
There's plenty of fish as well as sharks in the deep blue sea.
There are plenty of potential partners, some of which may be dangerous and difficult to navigate.
Over ~ my dreams are over. I tried to hold her.
My dreams of love and companionship have ended, despite my efforts to maintain them.
But now I just owe her what's left of me.
All that remains of me belongs to the person who broke my heart.
I know I've no dignity, But I'd trade it willingly
I am aware that my self-respect has been compromised, but I would give it up in a heartbeat.
If she would just spend one night next to me.
Even a single night in her company would be worth sacrificing my dignity for.
Love ain't no prom dress; love ain't no dance;
Love isn't always beautiful and romantic, like an elegant dance or a fancy dress.
Love ain't no cherry bowl smothered in romance.
Love isn't always sweet and indulgent, like a bowl of cherries covered in syrup.
love's a whip and you're a slave,
Love can be demanding and painful, and you may find yourself powerless and submissive to it.
And it cuts the heart long after the grave.
Even after death, the pain of love can linger and continue to hurt those left behind.
There ain't no fairy, there's just this tale;
Fairy tales of love and happily ever after don't exist in reality.
No one was buying so they put it up on sale,
People have become jaded to stories of love and romance, so they've been commodified and sold as products.
And now you see nothing's for free.
Nothing comes for free in love or in life, and even the most beautiful things come at a cost.
Contributed by Adrian I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.