Mary
goresleeps Lyrics
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Sweet Mary, the first time she ever was there,
Came into ball-room among the fair,
The young men and maidens around her throng
And these are the words upon every tongue:
'An Angel is here from the heavenly climes
Her eyes outshine every brilliant ray,
She opens her lips - 'tis Month of May.
Mary moves in soft beauty and conscious delight
To augment with sweet smiles all the joys of the night,
Nor once blusher to own to the rest of the fair
The sweet Love and Beauty are worthy our care.
In the morning the villagers rose with delight,
And repeated with pleasure the joys of the night,
And Mary arose among friends to be free,
But no friend from henceforward thou, Mary, shalt see.
Some said she was proud, some call'd her a whore,
And some, when she passed by, shut to the door;
A damp cold came o'er her, her blushes all fled;
Her lilies and roses are blighted and shed.
'O, why was I born with a different face?
Why was I born like this envious race?
Why did Heaven aborn me with bountiful hand,
Nad then set me down in an envious land?
To be weak as a lamb and smooth as a dove
And hot to rise envy, is call'd Christian love;
But if you raise envy your merit's to blame
For planting such spite in the weak and the tame.
I'll humble me beauty, I will not dress fine,
I'll keep from the ball. and my eyes shall not shine;
And if any girl's lovers forsakes her for me
I'll refuse him my hand, and from envy be free!
She went out in morning attir'd plain and neat;
'Proud Mary's gone mad; said the child in the street;
She went out in morning in plain neat attire.
And came home in evening bespatter'd with mire.
She trembled and wept, sitting on the bed side,
She forgot it was night, and she trembled and cried;
She forgot it was night, she forgot it was morn,
Her soft memory imprinted with face ofscorn;
With face of scorn and with eyes of disdain,
Like foul friends inhabiting Mary's mild brain;
She remembers no face like the Human Divine;
All faces hale envy, sweet Mary, but thine;
All thine is a face of sweet love in despair,
And thine is a face of mild sorrow and care,
And thine is a face of mild terror and fear.
That shall never be quiet till laid on its bier.
The lyrics in goresleeps’ song “Mary” paint a tragic picture of a woman named Mary who attends a ball and is admired by all who see her. The young men and maidens are in awe of her presence, and describe her as an angel from heaven sent to bring back the golden times. Mary moves gracefully and exudes beauty throughout the night, but the next morning, the villagers turn on her with harsh words, accusing her of being proud and even a whore. Mary becomes deeply saddened and ashamed, wondering why she was born with a different face and why heaven bestowed her with beauty only to place her in an envious land.
Line by Line Meaning
Sweet Mary, the first time she ever was there,
Mary, upon her first arrival at the ballroom, was met with awe and admiration by the young men and maidens present.
Came into ball-room among the fair,
Mary made her entrance into the ballroom with elegance and grace, in the midst of beauty and splendor.
The young men and maidens around her throng
The young people present at the ballroom gathered around Mary, drawn in by her radiance and charm.
And these are the words upon every tongue:
Everyone present couldn't stop talking about Mary, with praises of her beauty and captivating presence on everyone's lips.
'An Angel is here from the heavenly climes
Some viewed Mary as an angel sent from heaven, a divine being among mere mortals.
Or again does return the golden times
Others saw Mary's appearance as a sign of a return to a better, more glorious time.
In the morning the villagers rose with delight,
After a night spent with Mary's unparalleled presence, the villagers rose the next morning still filled with joy and happiness.
And repeated with pleasure the joys of the night,
The villagers couldn't stop recounting the joys of the previous night with Mary, filled with praise and admiration for her.
But no friend from henceforward thou, Mary, shalt see.
Despite the adoration she receives, Mary would never again befriend anyone in the village.
Some said she was proud, some call'd her a whore,
Unfortunately, as is often the case when someone is too beautiful, some began to slander Mary by labeling her as either haughty or promiscuous.
And some, when she passed by, shut to the door;
Some even went so far as to shut their doors when Mary walked by, distancing themselves from her presence.
'O, why was I born with a different face?
Mary begins to lament her own existence, questioning why she was born with such beauty that causes her to be ostracized by her peers.
Why was I born like this envious race?
She goes on to question why she was born in a world filled with envy and resentment towards those who have been blessed with certain gifts.
And hot to rise envy, is call'd Christian love;
Mary realizes that in this world, envy is often disguised as 'Christian love', where others may feel righteous in tearing down those who are different or more gifted than they are.
All faces hale envy, sweet Mary, but thine;
Mary believes that everyone else's faces are marred by envy, except for hers which is pure and filled with love and kindness.
And thine is a face of sweet love in despair,
Despite the cruelty she has experienced, Mary's face still remains filled with love even in the depths of her despair.
And thine is a face of mild sorrow and care,
Mary's face is one of sadness and concern for her loved ones, despite the mistreatment she has suffered.
And thine is a face of mild terror and fear.
Even in the midst of all her torment, Mary's face still retains a hint of fear and uncertainty about the future.
That shall never be quiet till laid on its bier.
Mary's face will never find peace or rest, until she is laid to rest in death.
Contributed by Gavin M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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