One of my favorite tracks from We Didn’t Even Suspect That He Was the Poppy Salesman. I really appreciate Martin’s guitar playing on this one. It’s a song that seems to speak of a longing to be free, to escape, and to go live in a shack in the woods.
I have been toying with an idea for a story based loosely on a misinterpretation of this song. If you take the lyrics to be exceedingly literal, the song speaks of a man who overhears a woman singing in the woods, decides to follow her around, and eventually falls in love with her though she has no idea that he even exists. Double stress that this is absolutely not the meaning of the song, it’s just something I’ve taken from it.
Nature and geography play a huge role in a lot of Martin’s music. He’s written many a song about Canadian towns and cities, and many more about rivers, oceans, rain, and just about anything to do with water. He talks a bit about that in this video interview–something of which there are very few.