5 June 2020
Bernie Taupin reminds me why I am no fan of guesswork. Normally I love his work – “Candle in the Wind” is hauntingly beautiful (and Taupin MUST have been “reading my mail” before he wrote it) – but sometimes…
While he doesn’t explicitly define the singular pronoun “it,” we may infer that “it” is (sic) the blues. So why do they call it (or them?) the blues? Apparently, unless I mishear, because it (they?) rolls (or roll?) under the covers like thunder. I’ve rolled under covers, and it was nothing like thunder. It was more like girly squeals and manly grunts. No thunder at all.
And it WASN’T the blues! It was joyous!