A song about the duality of man. Well, woman. Well, one particular woman called Maririn. She’s happy, you see, then she’s angry.
- Toy glockenspiel, tuba
- Oh my god this is twee isn’t it
- Oh no, oh jesus god no
- An ear-bending interlude
lyrics
Whose eyes are like December skies with stars a-twinkling in?
It’s Mari-ri-ri-rin,
Mari-ri-ri-ri-ri-rin,
Mari-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-rin
The glow inside her heart expands a mile beyond her skin
She’s Mari-ri-ri-rin,
Mari-ri-ri-ri-ri-rin,
Mari-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-rin
A field of electricity
Transmitting your felicity
To all in your vicinity
Oh, Maririn, is this enchantment or divinity?
And whence the gentle fog that carries you above the dickens?
Is it a cloud of pixie dust or just a flock of chickens?
Maririn, O Mari-ri-ri-rin
Where does joy end and you begin?
(Whoooooa! Heeeyyy! [etc.])
Whose eyes are like the veil of darkness punctured with a pin?
It’s Mari-ri-ri-rin,
Mari-ri-ri-ri-ri-rin,
Mari-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-rin
A swarm of screaming demons from beyond is streaming in
Through Mari-ri-ri-rin,
Mari-ri-ri-ri-ri-rin,
Mari-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-rin
A power that is meant to kill
Extending like a tentacle
And tight’ning ‘round my ventricle
And circulating messages that are not complimentrical
And draining colour from the world, and wiping every grin off
You stole the scene so thoroughly you’ll prob’ly get a spin-off
Maririn, O Mari-ri-ri-rin
Why does joy end where you begin?