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This comment is dedicated to Pavlos's friend who writes songs with help of spell checkers.
*Pierre’s Tragic D-Mice*
Pierre the Hypo Pierre the Hippo Pierre the Hypo was shot
Pierre the Hypo Pierre the Hippo Pierre the Hypo got got
Pierre the Hypo Pierre the Hippo Pierre the Hypo is no moooore…
And the carnal lady murderess had no tusks to bag (yeah yeah yeah)
And awareness of Pierre’s nakedness moistened up her **censored***(yeah yeah yeah)
And regrets were chewing achingly her libidinous **censored**(yeah yeah yeah)
Aaaah aaaah this is the story of Pierre the Hypo Waaaoooo
And Pierre’s tears were dripping pointlessly on a viscous cloth (yeah yeah yeah)
“Ciao my love” she blurted icily and she rode a horse (yeah yeah yeah)
And its arched hooves trotted gracefully on Pierre’s pudgy corpse (yeah yeah yeah)
Aaaah aaaah this is the story of Pierre the Hypo Waaaoooo
And Pierre’s essence withered merrily never to be found (yeah yeah yeah)
Catering to little cervices way beneath the ground (yeah yeah yeah)
Longing for a shot of tenderness underneath her gown (yeah yeah yeah)
Aaaah aaaah this is the story of Pierre the Hypo Waaaoooo
"*Pierre’s Tragic D-Mice*"
Comment:
The title is a little confusing but judging from the rest of the song I will say that it means that this song is about the death of Pierre and that this death is tragic.
"Pierre the Hypo Pierre the Hippo Pierre the Hypo was shot
Pierre the Hypo Pierre the Hippo Pierre the Hypo got got
Pierre the Hypo Pierre the Hippo Pierre the Hypo is no moooore… "
Comment:
Pierre appears to be a horse (Pierre the hippo)
"And the carnal lady murderess had no tusks to bag (yeah yeah yeah)
And awareness of Pierre’s nakedness moistened up her **censored***(yeah yeah yeah)
And regrets were chewing achingly her libidinous **censored**(yeah yeah yeah)"
Comment:
In this passage the villain (the carnal lady murderess) and her nature is described to us. She may be monstrous but she is no monster in a strict sense since she has "no tusks to bag". So we must assume that she looks like a human woman. Second line suggests that she findes Pierre greatly attractive in a sexsual way.
One could here perhaps get fond memories of the tale of Pasifae and her love for a white bull, yet we must not be too fast to conclude here. " And awareness of Pierre’s nakedness" this suggests that Pierre does not necessarily have to be naked, else she would hardly notice it so directly. Thus let assume that Pierre is not only a horse but also a man. That leaves us with Pierre being a Centaur.
So the female, which appears in the shape of a human woman findes the centaur Pierre sexsually attractive. Yet, even though her body tells her one thing her conscience seems to tell her another, since " regrets were chewing achingly her libidinous **censored**". Or more frankly speaking: Her body says go, but her conscience says no.
"And Pierre’s tears were dripping pointlessly on a viscous cloth (yeah yeah yeah)
“Ciao my love” she blurted icily and she rode a horse (yeah yeah yeah)
And its arched hooves trotted gracefully on Pierre’s pudgy corpse (yeah yeah yeah)
Aaaah aaaah this is the story of Pierre the Hypo Waaaoooo"
Comment:
Pierre is deeply grieved because the female from first verse is leaving him. Not just because she does not like him, which she at least sexsually does. No he is thus grieved because she is leaving him for another ("and she rode a horse"). Horse may here either be slang for a male centaur or indeed mean a real horse. If the latter is the case then one understands Pierre even better as he has been left for the sake of a purebreed horse, while Pierre only is half horse.
O woe had Pierre been a horse only his pains should probably not have been so deep, but as he is half man he knows the depths of despair.
The sentence "And Pierre’s tears were dripping pointlessly on a viscous cloth" were among the two lines, which touched me the most. I cannot help to see the image of a friend I once had whose boyfriend for a couple of years overnight left her for another girl. Each day she followed him around ten steps behind, like a beaten dog, crying. And her tears fell on a viscous clothing she tended to wear...
To return to the song Pierre does not survive this grief well for we in the next line learns that he is now dead ("hooves trotted gracefully on Pierre’s pudgy corpse"). What the exact cause of death is we do not know. Was it grief? I will assume that it was the grief which broke his heart and left him dead in the process.
"And Pierre’s essence withered merrily never to be found (yeah yeah yeah)
Catering to little cervices way beneath the ground (yeah yeah yeah)
Longing for a shot of tenderness underneath her gown (yeah yeah yeah)
Aaaah aaaah this is the story of Pierre the Hypo Waaaoooo"
Comment:
Even though we ended the last verse in deep grief, then all hope is not lost, for as it says: " Pierre’s essence withered merrily".This line gives us hope that the black grief which killed Pierre in this life does not hold power over him in the next. The following line is not easy to see through but if we continue the train of thought from the previous line one could understand it the following way:
Cervix means neck or necklike structure. Such structure has the womb of a woman. Thus the sentence " Catering to little cervices" could point to Pierre's essence becoming the foundation of a new beginning. Not in the above world but " beneath the ground" this new beginning will be.
What this means is uncertain, but could it refere to the Hollow World theory according to which our very planet is not solid but hollow and inside floats another sun and different oceans and continants exist? JULES VERNE suggests the possible validity of this theory in his book:" A JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH".
The poets have sung to us of the love which death cannot bind. Such a love holds Pierre for his own female murderer (cf. First verse). Still he is "Longing for a shot of tenderness underneath her gown".
This is the second sentence which touched me in this song, for it reminds me that body and soul are indeed one and can only be thought of apart within the bounds of fiction.
Before we end this cemmentary to this song we should consider briefly why it is a tragic song. The title is "*Pierre’s Tragic D-Mice*". What is the tragedy?
I find that the tragic part of this song is classic and thus not less central even to the present day people of the kingdom of Behindthename. This song is the tragedy of the eternal three.
As the poet Tove Ditlevsen said it so well:
The Eternal Three
By Tove Ditlevsen, translated by Selwyn
There are two men in the world
They keep crossing my road
The one of them is the one I love
And the other one loves me.
The one of them is a nightly dream, which lives in my dark mind
The other one stands in front of the door to my heart,
But I never let him in.
The one of them gave me a wind of spring
A happiness which lasted only short.
The other one gave me his whole life
And never did I give him a single hour back.
The one of them roars in the song of the blood
Where love is pure and free.
The other is one with the dull dag,
In which the dreamers drown.
Every woman stands between these two,
In love, loved and pure
Once every century it may happen,
that the two melts into each other and become one.
*Pierre’s Tragic D-Mice*
Pierre the Hypo Pierre the Hippo Pierre the Hypo was shot
Pierre the Hypo Pierre the Hippo Pierre the Hypo got got
Pierre the Hypo Pierre the Hippo Pierre the Hypo is no moooore…
And the carnal lady murderess had no tusks to bag (yeah yeah yeah)
And awareness of Pierre’s nakedness moistened up her **censored***(yeah yeah yeah)
And regrets were chewing achingly her libidinous **censored**(yeah yeah yeah)
Aaaah aaaah this is the story of Pierre the Hypo Waaaoooo
And Pierre’s tears were dripping pointlessly on a viscous cloth (yeah yeah yeah)
“Ciao my love” she blurted icily and she rode a horse (yeah yeah yeah)
And its arched hooves trotted gracefully on Pierre’s pudgy corpse (yeah yeah yeah)
Aaaah aaaah this is the story of Pierre the Hypo Waaaoooo
And Pierre’s essence withered merrily never to be found (yeah yeah yeah)
Catering to little cervices way beneath the ground (yeah yeah yeah)
Longing for a shot of tenderness underneath her gown (yeah yeah yeah)
Aaaah aaaah this is the story of Pierre the Hypo Waaaoooo
"*Pierre’s Tragic D-Mice*"
Comment:
The title is a little confusing but judging from the rest of the song I will say that it means that this song is about the death of Pierre and that this death is tragic.
"Pierre the Hypo Pierre the Hippo Pierre the Hypo was shot
Pierre the Hypo Pierre the Hippo Pierre the Hypo got got
Pierre the Hypo Pierre the Hippo Pierre the Hypo is no moooore… "
Comment:
Pierre appears to be a horse (Pierre the hippo)
"And the carnal lady murderess had no tusks to bag (yeah yeah yeah)
And awareness of Pierre’s nakedness moistened up her **censored***(yeah yeah yeah)
And regrets were chewing achingly her libidinous **censored**(yeah yeah yeah)"
Comment:
In this passage the villain (the carnal lady murderess) and her nature is described to us. She may be monstrous but she is no monster in a strict sense since she has "no tusks to bag". So we must assume that she looks like a human woman. Second line suggests that she findes Pierre greatly attractive in a sexsual way.
One could here perhaps get fond memories of the tale of Pasifae and her love for a white bull, yet we must not be too fast to conclude here. " And awareness of Pierre’s nakedness" this suggests that Pierre does not necessarily have to be naked, else she would hardly notice it so directly. Thus let assume that Pierre is not only a horse but also a man. That leaves us with Pierre being a Centaur.
So the female, which appears in the shape of a human woman findes the centaur Pierre sexsually attractive. Yet, even though her body tells her one thing her conscience seems to tell her another, since " regrets were chewing achingly her libidinous **censored**". Or more frankly speaking: Her body says go, but her conscience says no.
"And Pierre’s tears were dripping pointlessly on a viscous cloth (yeah yeah yeah)
“Ciao my love” she blurted icily and she rode a horse (yeah yeah yeah)
And its arched hooves trotted gracefully on Pierre’s pudgy corpse (yeah yeah yeah)
Aaaah aaaah this is the story of Pierre the Hypo Waaaoooo"
Comment:
Pierre is deeply grieved because the female from first verse is leaving him. Not just because she does not like him, which she at least sexsually does. No he is thus grieved because she is leaving him for another ("and she rode a horse"). Horse may here either be slang for a male centaur or indeed mean a real horse. If the latter is the case then one understands Pierre even better as he has been left for the sake of a purebreed horse, while Pierre only is half horse.
O woe had Pierre been a horse only his pains should probably not have been so deep, but as he is half man he knows the depths of despair.
The sentence "And Pierre’s tears were dripping pointlessly on a viscous cloth" were among the two lines, which touched me the most. I cannot help to see the image of a friend I once had whose boyfriend for a couple of years overnight left her for another girl. Each day she followed him around ten steps behind, like a beaten dog, crying. And her tears fell on a viscous clothing she tended to wear...
To return to the song Pierre does not survive this grief well for we in the next line learns that he is now dead ("hooves trotted gracefully on Pierre’s pudgy corpse"). What the exact cause of death is we do not know. Was it grief? I will assume that it was the grief which broke his heart and left him dead in the process.
"And Pierre’s essence withered merrily never to be found (yeah yeah yeah)
Catering to little cervices way beneath the ground (yeah yeah yeah)
Longing for a shot of tenderness underneath her gown (yeah yeah yeah)
Aaaah aaaah this is the story of Pierre the Hypo Waaaoooo"
Comment:
Even though we ended the last verse in deep grief, then all hope is not lost, for as it says: " Pierre’s essence withered merrily".This line gives us hope that the black grief which killed Pierre in this life does not hold power over him in the next. The following line is not easy to see through but if we continue the train of thought from the previous line one could understand it the following way:
Cervix means neck or necklike structure. Such structure has the womb of a woman. Thus the sentence " Catering to little cervices" could point to Pierre's essence becoming the foundation of a new beginning. Not in the above world but " beneath the ground" this new beginning will be.
What this means is uncertain, but could it refere to the Hollow World theory according to which our very planet is not solid but hollow and inside floats another sun and different oceans and continants exist? JULES VERNE suggests the possible validity of this theory in his book:" A JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH".
The poets have sung to us of the love which death cannot bind. Such a love holds Pierre for his own female murderer (cf. First verse). Still he is "Longing for a shot of tenderness underneath her gown".
This is the second sentence which touched me in this song, for it reminds me that body and soul are indeed one and can only be thought of apart within the bounds of fiction.
Before we end this cemmentary to this song we should consider briefly why it is a tragic song. The title is "*Pierre’s Tragic D-Mice*". What is the tragedy?
I find that the tragic part of this song is classic and thus not less central even to the present day people of the kingdom of Behindthename. This song is the tragedy of the eternal three.
As the poet Tove Ditlevsen said it so well:
The Eternal Three
By Tove Ditlevsen, translated by Selwyn
There are two men in the world
They keep crossing my road
The one of them is the one I love
And the other one loves me.
The one of them is a nightly dream, which lives in my dark mind
The other one stands in front of the door to my heart,
But I never let him in.
The one of them gave me a wind of spring
A happiness which lasted only short.
The other one gave me his whole life
And never did I give him a single hour back.
The one of them roars in the song of the blood
Where love is pure and free.
The other is one with the dull dag,
In which the dreamers drown.
Every woman stands between these two,
In love, loved and pure
Once every century it may happen,
that the two melts into each other and become one.
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Your comment concerning the possibility that "Pierre only is half horse" reminded me of the equally tragic persona of Eric:
* Eric the Half a Bee*
Half a bee, philosophically,
Must, ipso facto, half not be.
But half the bee has got to be
Vis a vis, its entity. D'you see?
But can a bee be said to be
Or not to be an entire bee
When half the bee is not a bee
Due to some ancient injury?
Singing...
La dee dee, one two three,
Eric the half a bee.
A B C D E F G,
Eric the half a bee.
Is this wretched demi-bee,
Half-asleep upon my knee,
Some freak from a menagerie?
No! It's Eric the half a bee!
Fiddle de dum, Fiddle de dee,
Eric the half a bee.
Ho ho ho, tee hee hee,
Eric the half a bee.
I love this hive, employee-ee,
Bisected accidentally,
One summer afternoon by me,
I love him carnally.
He loves him carnally,
Semi-carnally.
The end.
* Eric the Half a Bee*
Half a bee, philosophically,
Must, ipso facto, half not be.
But half the bee has got to be
Vis a vis, its entity. D'you see?
But can a bee be said to be
Or not to be an entire bee
When half the bee is not a bee
Due to some ancient injury?
Singing...
La dee dee, one two three,
Eric the half a bee.
A B C D E F G,
Eric the half a bee.
Is this wretched demi-bee,
Half-asleep upon my knee,
Some freak from a menagerie?
No! It's Eric the half a bee!
Fiddle de dum, Fiddle de dee,
Eric the half a bee.
Ho ho ho, tee hee hee,
Eric the half a bee.
I love this hive, employee-ee,
Bisected accidentally,
One summer afternoon by me,
I love him carnally.
He loves him carnally,
Semi-carnally.
The end.
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*laughs* I would like to have a fish license
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I wonder does your friend have a webpage somewhere?
I mean where he posts his texts along with some notes on how to play the melody?
I have gotten a little curious of how "Pierre’s Tragic D-Mice" is supposed to sound when sung.
I mean where he posts his texts along with some notes on how to play the melody?
I have gotten a little curious of how "Pierre’s Tragic D-Mice" is supposed to sound when sung.
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Wow Weslyn, I am impressed. I'll make sure my friend reads your interpretation. According to him, however, the sond a some kind of an allegory on heroin :p
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*smiles* well
I am glad you like it.
You know there are those who say that the work of an artist always is wiser than the artist him/herself. That means that the work contains more possible interpretations and more meaning than the artist is aware of. Not that the idea of the artist making the work becomes unimportant though. It just become one interpretation out of many "correct" interpretations.
I must admit the thought of heroin was far from me while I wrote down what I got out of the song.
-Selwyn
I am glad you like it.
You know there are those who say that the work of an artist always is wiser than the artist him/herself. That means that the work contains more possible interpretations and more meaning than the artist is aware of. Not that the idea of the artist making the work becomes unimportant though. It just become one interpretation out of many "correct" interpretations.
I must admit the thought of heroin was far from me while I wrote down what I got out of the song.
-Selwyn
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dag=day
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