Mary Jo by Belle & Sebastian - Lyrics and Translation

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Mary Jo

Belle & Sebastian

Mary Jo

Song byBelle & Sebastian

in AlbumFold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like A Peasant

Mary Jo, sitting alone

Drinking tea, she just got home

She wants, I don't know what you want

Mary Jo, living alone

Drinking gin with the telly on

She wants

The night to follow day and back again

She doesn't want to sleep

Well who could blame her if she wants?

The night to follow day and back again

She doesn't want to sleep

Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?

Well who could blame her, if she's sleeping?

Mary Jo, back with yourself

For company, keep telling yourself you're young

It'll happen soon

Mary Jo, no one can see

What you've been through

Now you've got love to burn

It's someone else's turn to go through Hell

Now you can see them come from twenty yards

Yeah you can tell

It's someone else's turn to take a fall

And now you are the one who's strong enough to help them

The one who's strong enough to help them

The one who's strong enough to help them all

Mary Jo, you're looking thin

You're reading a book, The State I Am In

But oh, it doesn't help at all

What you want is a cigarette

And a thespian with a caravanette in Hull

Because life is never dull in your dreams

A pity that it never seems to work the way you see it

Life is never dull in your dreams

A sorry tale of action and the men you left for

Women, and the men you left for

Intrigue, and the men you left for dead

LanguageEnglish

Translated byAllen Morningstar

About this Song

In 'Mary Jo,' Belle & Sebastian artfully delve into the life of a solitary young woman navigating through her mundane yet intricately detailed existence. The song paints a poignant portrait of Mary Jo, who seems to embody the melancholy of missed connections and unfulfilled dreams. With lyrics that explore themes of isolation, longing, and introspection, the song captures the essence of a life lived on the fringes. Particularly moving moments include descriptions of Mary Jo’s quiet nights alone and her yearning for something greater, reflecting a universal quest for meaning and belonging.

Mary Jo, sitting alone

Drinking tea, she just got home

She wants, I don't know what you want

Mary Jo, living alone

Drinking gin with the telly on

She wants

The night to follow day and back again

She doesn't want to sleep

Well who could blame her if she wants?

The night to follow day and back again

She doesn't want to sleep

Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?

Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?

Well who could blame her, if she's sleeping?

Mary Jo, back with yourself

For company, keep telling yourself you're young

It'll happen soon

Mary Jo, no one can see

What you've been through

Now you've got love to burn

It's someone else's turn to go through Hell

Now you can see them come from twenty yards

Yeah you can tell

It's someone else's turn to take a fall

And now you are the one who's strong enough to help them

The one who's strong enough to help them

The one who's strong enough to help them all

Mary Jo, you're looking thin

You're reading a book, The State I Am In

But oh, it doesn't help at all

What you want is a cigarette

And a thespian with a caravanette in Hull

Because life is never dull in your dreams

A pity that it never seems to work the way you see it

Life is never dull in your dreams

A sorry tale of action and the men you left for

Women, and the men you left for

Intrigue, and the men you left for dead

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