Yah. Fire-n'-rain is highs-'n-lows. Thrills and depression. As with most metaphors, it works best when ya don't intellectualize it too much. I mean, when ya listen to a country song, ideally you don't fold your arms across your chest and pontificate, "Mister Hank Williams Sr. was particularly adept at expressing the angst of the Appalachian Community, working in the gritty coal mines that pitifully cut their lives short, and being left out of the American dream." Bullshit. Naw. Hank was singing about the rain in Momma's life. James was singing about the rain in HIS life. Let's recall the context: "I've seen fire and I've seen rain. I've seen sunny days, man, I thought they'd never end! I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend no, no, no, no, no, nooooo, now ba-a-bee. NAW!" Or something very close to that. :) ** I didn't get the Beatles in 64. But in '70? Man, in '70, I was 14. "Fire And Rain" was my gateway drug and I've been a junkie ever since. Sometimes a happy junkie, sometimes a very, very sad junkie. But always a music and lyric junkie. It's not _in_ my blood; it _is_ my blood. Now, you all know that I'm speaking metaphorically, right? Lamadoo ps Thanks jt. ppss I love writing for you guys.
