I was wondering how long it would take for a Squeeze song to pop up, since the Diffbrook oeuvre occupies about a tenth of my music library. There's also a helluva lot of XTC, R.E.M., U2, Beatles, and Billy Joel. I'll have to decide whether to allow duplicate artists.
Anyway, this song is about a guy who stops by a brothel for rough sex with a young prostitute on his way home to his wife and baby. Parallels to my life didn't really suggest themselves right away. But then I remembered that the most purely thrilling experience I've had was at full canter on the back of a horse. I hadn't ridden since I was a kid, and that didn't really count because someone shuffled along next to me with his hand on the reins. But that ride in the woods was the sort of powerful, terrifying, adrenaline-spewing, experience that made me want to scream "Holy crap, I'm ALIVE!" over Lake Michigan. Except I couldn't, because I was with my girlfriend and felt the laughably adolescent need to keep my shit together. So even though I clenched myself silly trying to look cool and collected while this enormous animal and I hurtled through drooping foliage, on the inside I was crapping myself. Metaphorically.
