This song has always fascinated me. We've got what looks like a serious situation juxtaposed with a chill reggae treatment. As with so many of JB's songs, it can be interpreted through one's own lens.
I think there is an assumption out there of who this song is really about, but unless the man himself comments on it, I will never offer my opinion.
When I hear it, I have a clear picture of someone in my life and their experience of a failed relationship with a crazy woman. A few times the heat were dispatched when the neighbors were concerned over the volume of the "discussions."
I don't know if the subject, being in 2nd person voice is the storyteller. Is he talking to himself or a buddy? In either case, there is the recognition that you did your best, but the odds were against the thing ever working out. You tried to reason with her, stick it out and manage an impossible situation. You let go, work at moving on, and think about how you might do things differently in the future.
At the end, there is some of this "Pull yourself together. You can't assume responsibility for another's behavior. You can't be with her and be your authentic self. Lick your wounds, but get on with it. When you get some distance, you will realize you are better off." I always hear a subtext in my mind. "Don't fuck up again."
This song has always fascinated me. We've got what looks like a serious situation juxtaposed with a chill reggae treatment. As with so many of JB's songs, it can be interpreted through one's own lens.
I think there is an assumption out there of who this song is really about, but unless the man himself comments on it, I will never offer my opinion.
When I hear it, I have a clear picture of someone in my life and their experience of a failed relationship with a crazy woman. A few times the heat were dispatched when the neighbors were concerned over the volume of the "discussions."
I don't know if the subject, being in 2nd person voice is the storyteller. Is he talking to himself or a buddy? In either case, there is the recognition that you did your best, but the odds were against the thing ever working out. You tried to reason with her, stick it out and manage an impossible situation. You let go, work at moving on, and think about how you might do things differently in the future.
At the end, there is some of this "Pull yourself together. You can't assume responsibility for another's behavior. You can't be with her and be your authentic self. Lick your wounds, but get on with it. When you get some distance, you will realize you are better off." I always hear a subtext in my mind. "Don't fuck up again."