| Another Horsedreamer's Blues From "Recovering The Satellites" Margery is dreamin' 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 CHORUS: She's tryin' to be a good girl And give 'em what they want But Margery's dreamin' of horses Lookin' at a green sky Sun like a red eye Bright blue horses are the Fortunes she lives by She's tired and lonely Scared and depressed Her visions of one day Go racing the next CHORUS Margery doesn't say anything All the way home So afraid she'll wake 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 Tryin' 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 fo these days She's gonna throw the whole bottle down But she's tryin' to be a good girl And give 'em what they want But Margery's dreamin' of... Tryin' to be ag ood girl And give 'em what they want But Margery's dreamin' of horses. |
| This is a song that confused me for a while and it's probably because I didn't really throw myself into it like I have other songs. There's not a lot of information about from AD like a lot of the other songs so I'll try to tackle this one on my own. To me, this song is about behavior. How past behaviors influence our present behaviors and can lead us into walking around in circles. Margery seems to be someone who you or I probably wouldn't give the time of day to on the street. When I close my eyes and try to envision her, I think of a woman in a taxi cab in her mid- 40's, puffing away on a cigarette as she stares blankly out the window. She doesn't see whatever or whoever is passing her by because all she's contemplating now is the little factors that could have gone right that could have made her rich- different jockey, if she hadn't listened to that guy near the ticket window and changed her bet at the last minute, etc. And in that way, the race becomes a microcosm of everyone's life: the little things that lead us where we're going. Margery's at the track, (probably addicted to gambling) trying to forget where she's been, who she's been with, and what she's done. The only way to do that is by getting rich and solving all her financial troubles. Whoever said money can't buy happiness never met Margery. I identify with this song in that I have used my behavior to try to escape what's going on around me. Bills piling up, lonliness, etc. It's a desperate way to live, but there's always the dream that one day it'll work itself out and everything will be OK. But until that day, there's just this cycle of behavior that the weeks absorb. And hopefully I won't end up in my 40's looking out a cab window. |