I think Susan J. Dallion was having herself some fatally feministic fun adopting the persona of Herodias
[or perhaps her dancing daughter] transposed to an archetypally Western context (check the reference from Bayoustorm, also Matthew 14)and playing on associations of frontier violence, gold fever, the American Dream and frontier ghost towns.
This song is a grim one - but I love the Semitic whirling dervish sounds in the chorus. A nice incongruity to the Cowboy imagery.
It might just be describing a very bad Tequila hangover in the Texas plains.
Once however, I had the awful idea that this entire world, the totality of its horror and confusion, was only a fantasm of thought, a nightmare happening in the severed head of John the Baptist, buried in a desert somewhere.
That's what listening to this stuff during your formative years will do for you!
I think Susan J. Dallion was having herself some fatally feministic fun adopting the persona of Herodias
[or perhaps her dancing daughter] transposed to an archetypally Western context (check the reference from Bayoustorm, also Matthew 14)and playing on associations of frontier violence, gold fever, the American Dream and frontier ghost towns.
This song is a grim one - but I love the Semitic whirling dervish sounds in the chorus. A nice incongruity to the Cowboy imagery.
It might just be describing a very bad Tequila hangover in the Texas plains.
Once however, I had the awful idea that this entire world, the totality of its horror and confusion, was only a fantasm of thought, a nightmare happening in the severed head of John the Baptist, buried in a desert somewhere.
That's what listening to this stuff during your formative years will do for you!