Sunday, December 27, 2015

                  Joeseddit’s
‘Cipherin’ The Song
Many songwriters refuse to offer the meaning of their lyrics, instead preferring to allow the listener to come up with his/her own interpretation. And surprisingly, some songwriters admit that they don’t even know the meaning of their own song, citing some type of “stream of consciousness” thing going on at the time it was penned. I’ll admit I’m not very good at deciphering song lyrics. I’ll sometimes think I know, but usually find out either through the author’s explanation or someone else’s more logical interpretation that I was way off. But that’s not gonna stop me from occasionally takin’ a crack at it here. Let me know while you’re laughing at me how far off I am. Or, I may be so befuddered by a song that I’ll have to back off completely and hope someone in the comment section comes up with something that makes sense.


Another Horsedreamer’s Blues – Counting Crows
I think anyone who regularly frequents Casinos or the horse track/OTB knows Margery, here. Look at the faces of the “regulars” in front of the slot machines. Most of ‘em are glum and listless. Chain smoking. Sunken eyes. Gambling can be an escape, a sense of “doing” something when there’s nothing to do- “Time ticks by one race at a time”. A temporary cure for depression- “one of these days she’s gonna throw the whole bottle down”. Manic depression, maybe. The rush and satisfaction/joy that comes with winning big, validating that sense of “doing” something- “Every race night is shot through with sunlight”.  And the anger and feeling of worthlessness that comes with losing big, validating a sense of “wasting time”- “Margery doesn’t say anything all the way home”. Not all gamblers are as far gone as Margery, but I do believe there’s at least some level of Margery in just about all people who can be called casino/horse track “regulars”.



Another Horsedreamer’s Blues
The Counting Crows

Margery's dreaming of the middle of the day
Tiyuri to win
Perfect Dozen to place
Money is the matter that's been on her mind
Time ticks by her one race at a time
She's trying' to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
But Margery's dreaming of horses
Looking' at a green sky
Sun like a red eye
Bright blue horses are the fortune she lives by
She's tired and lonely
Scared and depressed
Her visions of one day go racing the next
She's trying to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
But Margery's dreaming of horses
Margery doesn't say anything all the way home
So afraid she'll awake to find she's all alone
Margery's wingspan's all feathers and coke cans, and
TV dinners and letters she won't send, and
Every race night is shot through with sunlight
Trying to hit the big one one last time tonight for...
Drunken fathers and stupid mothers and
Boys who can't tell one girl from another
So she takes her pills
Careful and round
One of these days she's gonna throw the whole bottle down
But she's trying to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
But Margery's dreaming of...
Trying to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
But Margery's dreaming of horses








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