Desperado/the Eagles

lyrics here

This is a great song that I've been listening to since young. I've always thought that it's about some exile in hiding, escaping something. Fast forward, years later, I've finally comprehended the profound meaning of this rock classic, as it's one of those songs which are impossible for the sophomorfic to sympathise with.

There was once a time that I only found the melody "not bad". But now, hearing the lachrymose lyrics, all the sorrow, the fear, the reluctance, the memories comes back. Every advice given to the desperado rings bells in my heart, but this pusillanimous thing just quailed and fleed at the thought of it.

I surmiss that wound licking is a continuous and perpetual process after all.