Well, I have explained this before, but I wrote this song while living in Nashville. My rule at the time was that every single song must have “making love” in the chorus. It started because I found those words somewhat icky, which then made me strangely attracted to using them.
Regardless of how it began, once you use words enough, all of their old connotations fall away & new ones develop which are personal to you.
It’s a bright blue day, it’s a horses’ parade,
It’s the very first day of spring.
And the men are tip tapping to the steeple bells
as they shine through a golden ring.
And the ladies are swaying and they’re dancing and playing
with their hair so long and gold,
But every time a pony shakes his mane
I grow cold.
You offer up a ribbon for my hair;
I give you a frown and a shrug.
Oh what about me? I also wanted to make love.
A pole is painted in bright red stripes,
A tent in stripes of blue,
And the horses got pompoms in their hair
and shiny saddles too.
And every lady wears a little bouquet
that was picked by a little man.
But my daisies are crushed beneath the pony feet
into the sand.
I need to find me a mountain
so I can rise high above…
Oh what about me? I also wanted to make love.
You wear a great big top hat,
You ride a great big horse.
You got a knack for politics
and muscular discourse.
You got no need for
You don’t believe in prophecy.
You got no use for trifles,
You don’t need me.
So put away the pompoms and the polka dots.
Put away the big parade.
All the men dressed up like fairies,
cause fairies ain’t welcome here anyway.
Small things, little things, odd things, pretty things,
All the theater and display,
Cause you don’t like, don’t like, really don’t like
fairies anyway.
You’re going down to the valley so low,
I’m gonna walk high above.
Oh what about me? I also wanted to make love.
