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Lorelei Lyrics
Faerie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a facade;
A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me?
A maenad, yet the sweetest colleen -
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Daedally dist thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a melee;
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet;
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught,
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought;
'Tween Aether and 'Nether art thou peerless phoenix -
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.
Song Info
Submitted by
theunholymaster On Jun 01, 2001
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Secubia, it is just their style of writing. Enjoying music isn't always about the lyrics and the meaning, and personally I think it's poetic. At any rate, just for you, here is a stab at a translation. Have I not got anything better to do? No lol
Dear fairy, was it true love or a deception A love song sung to lure – damn! not to court me? A mad woman, yet the sweetest maid - Truly, you gently woke me to perfect life Lorelei, A poet of tragedies, I write prayers to death Yet who the hell was I to dare? Lorelei, Can't you see I need you? Can't you see that the loss of love is painful? You skilfully ridiculed me in public For all years a damned and endured ceremony Caused all surprised eyes to see the struggle In the middle of it all I praised you like a young country lad The one and only bundle of sticks that feeds the fire Commanded by my heart's cowering choir Lorelei, A poet of tragedies, I write prayers to death Yet who the hell was I to dare? Lorelei, Can't you see I need you? Can't you see that the loss of love is painful? By chance I write you this iconed fable at all, Does the weight burden you? Then think through your change of plans; You are between heaven and hell, unrivaled phoenix - Pray thee, sweetheart! - woo me rather than (my irritable and prolonged writings?)
@draig I’m sorry, but now I want to have sex with you. Your translation is so beautiful.
@draig I’m sorry, but now I want to have sex with you. Your translation is so beautiful.
There is a remix of this song that I really like. The lyrics are pretty difficult to make sense of however, this type of old-time-English in lyrics feels a bit pretentious...
Nice work on that! I've never actually listened to the lyrics in this before, I just think it's a beautiful song, but that just makes it ever the more powerful.
Lovely song, and, contrary to popular opinion, I think the use of archaic whose meaning is slightly opaque actually adds to the gothic ambience of the music rather than detracts from it.
Anyway, the credits at the bottom are amusingly erroneous - I think they've got this page confused with the song 'Lorelei' by the Comeback Kid. Oops.
what does "faggot" mean in the context of this song?