I’ve always had a certain selectivity in hearing music, usually going more with the vibe than definitions of words. Ironic habit for a writer. Lazy writer? In my defense, it’s a habit that’s afforded me additional opportunity to excersize my creativity. It can be rewarding. Not only is making sense of something using only half the words a considerable accomplishment, I feel great about myself afterwards, it also leads to interesting discussions with those who have a more literal mindset. Some might call them the narrow minded, I prefer the term ‘Webster People’. Lot’s of fun.
With this in mind. Listening to ‘Rocking Horse’, I had a flash of insight. Epiphany! It’s about being the first to know the relationship isn’t working. The other has been reduced to nothing but a rocking horse. (I invite you to derive your own meaning, but it suggested something risque to me.) To me the rest of the song took on a mocking tone. It was a parody of the other. A funny one. Even the devil was laughing.
Great tune. Vindictive and original. I thought.
I would have been happy to have left it at that, but repetition has a way of littering my fantasies with contradictions. Eventually, not reconciling them with the big picture proves too difficult, alas. So, I dusted off my Buddhism 101 textbook as I always do when I need to let go of my fantasies. And?
EUREKA! The song wasn’t beautifuly vindictive as I had previously hoped, it was
about rocking the moment! Not rolling, that’s futile, but rocking! Life is a party! Free Dramamine for everyone!(For the motion sickness—in case it it’s called something else in the UK. Bad pun.)
Love the song. Hope my interpretation doesn’t sully it, too much.
Well gotta go. Best wishes.
P.S. it occured to me that the fantasy could be misinterpreted. It had no significance other than to show how sometimes we think a song means one thing but it actually means another, i.e. Every Breath You Take by The Police—not love, but obsession.