Fiji Mermaid
mewithoutYou Lyrics


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Stitch up the nets but the patch won't stay
As the nail beds rest in the calico hay
The Fiji Mermaid dressed in macrame's
Wading road in the fork and a bend
In the spoon tern cut short as a shadow at noon
Melting like wax as that once full moon's
Now waning ersatz acts an insufferable bore
'Sharp Shots' dull as a harlequin's sword
When doing as you please doesn't please you anymore

Stick of the match as the paraffin show
Drop a nickel to watch the asparagus grow
'The stone in what shell?'
You sure like to know now don't you?

A loom in the heir as the medicine came
To the nest of the mare of the mystery claims
But you'll miss having someone to blame
For your sadness, now won't you?

Well maybe there'll be a bakery hiring
We'll knead a little dough to get by

Did you come knocking on my door
Or did I come to yours?
Whose ship came washed up on whose shore?
And from what ocean floor?

There wasn't much to her dress
And I felt stuck in my body like a horse in quicksand





Didn't you come knocking on my door?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to mewithoutYou's song Fiji Mermaid are full of vivid and surreal imagery, creating a dreamlike landscape that captures the mind of the listener. The opening lines "Stitch up the nets but the patch won't stay, as the nail beds rest in the calico hay," suggest a sense of frustration and futility, as the metaphorical nets being stitched together cannot hold. The song then references the infamous Fiji Mermaid, a hoax from the 19th century wherein a taxidermied fish and monkey were sewn together to create a "mermaid." The creature is dressed in macrame and wading in a "fork and bend," creating a bizarre and otherworldly scene. The spoon tern is cut short as a shadow at noon, possibly suggesting the sudden interruption of normalcy or peace. The once full moon is now waning, and ersatz acts (meaning artificial or imitation acts) are described as insufferable bores. The lyrics convey a sense of disillusionment with the mundane and the artificial, and a longing for something more genuine.


The lyrics continue with more surreal and enigmatic images, as a stick of a match ignites the paraffin show and a nickel is dropped to watch the asparagus grow. The question "The stone in what shell?" serves as an enigmatic riddle, and the lyrics suggest a nest of mystery claims and medicine. The song then shifts to a more introspective mood, asking whether one would miss having someone to blame for their sadness. The final lines offer a glimmer of hope, suggesting that perhaps there will be a bakery hiring as a means of making ends meet.


Line by Line Meaning

Stitch up the nets but the patch won't stay
Attempted repairs can't fix the underlying problem


As the nail beds rest in the calico hay
Depression sets in while trying to rest


The Fiji Mermaid dressed in macrame's
Searching for something mythical and fascinating


Wading road in the fork and a bend
Navigating through life's uncertain twists and turns


In the spoon tern cut short as a shadow at noon
Life's fleeting moments disappear quickly


Melting like wax as that once full moon's
Things that were once bright and full are now diminishing


Now waning ersatz acts an insufferable bore
A lackluster, unauthentic life is draining


'Sharp Shots' dull as a harlequin's sword
Attempts at excitement or stimulation fall flat


When doing as you please doesn't please you anymore
Self-indulgence isn't satisfying


Stick of the match as the paraffin show
The fleetingness of life's pleasures


Drop a nickel to watch the asparagus grow
The absurdity of finding entertainment in small, insignificant things


'The stone in what shell?' / You sure like to know now don't you?
Desperate need for answers, but not knowing the right questions to ask


A loom in the heir as the medicine came / To the nest of the mare of the mystery claims
Attempts at a solution create their own web of problems


But you'll miss having someone to blame / For your sadness, now won't you?
Feeling comfort in placing blame for one's own sadness


Well maybe there'll be a bakery hiring / We'll knead a little dough to get by
Resorting to simple, mundane jobs to survive


Did you come knocking on my door / Or did I come to yours?
Questioning who initiated the relationship


Whose ship came washed up on whose shore? / And from what ocean floor?
Navigating the complexities and uncertainties of relationships


There wasn't much to her dress / And I felt stuck in my body like a horse in quicksand
Feeling trapped and stagnant in life


Didn't you come knocking on my door?
Repeating the question, seeking clarity and understanding




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