The Dealer

The Dealer is a song with profound meanings for ‘everybody’. Some fool – the resident in the back of my mind  – is likely to ask ‘What does it mean for you?‘.  Tough – I’m not important nor are my feelings or past. I don’t tick like that. I’ll look into the song’s lyrics for possible meanings. But the sentiment in the intonations of Stevie Nicks’s voice holds more for many people. And NO – I’m not here to ‘psychoanalyse’ Stevie Nicks. If you don’t like any of that – kindly bugger off. Now!

For the person who identifies with the lyrics, it’s an admission of personal responsibility or ‘fault’. There is regret. The ‘cards’ were in their hands. They dealt the cards being the dealer – and that was only recognised perhaps in hindsight.

The cards I interpret to mean opportunity. There is more regret for not looking ‘a little ahead‘ – and hence developing wisdom – ‘the sun‘ – only in hindsight.

Of interest is ‘and my wine‘. I take wine to mean that which distracts or comforts. But who knows. Make of it what you will. 

Run away‘ – means that a situation could have been avoided. Perhaps this relates to a significant relationship, where something could have been done differently.

But with little doubt ‘I was the mistress of my fate‘, is an acceptance with regret; of failure to take responsibility, or actions.

I gave it all out‘ – perhaps means at total investment of energy or time. But it seems wasted because with hindsight, as running away may have been a better option.

If I’d really known you thenYou’d a had to watch out…’ Possibly means a lack of understanding, which if better could have lead to a more roaringly lovely relationship. 

But there is a degree of doubt, in recognition that roles could have been different for a better outcome i.e. acceptance of role reversal  – the ‘dancer‘ instead of the ‘player’. In other words, a different strategy altogether may have brought a more favourable result.

I’ll just almost hold you– You just almost stay here…‘ a final admission of loss (possibly) i.e. ‘almost‘. Imagination of what it would be like in the present.

Lyrics:

It was my fault, my move, my game
If I’d known a little more, I’d a run away
It was dark out and I held the cards
I was the dealer and it wasn’t hard
I was the mistress of my fate
I was the card shark
If I’d a looked a little ahead
I’d a run away
I was the mistress of my fate
I gave it all out
If I’d really known you then
You’d a had to watch out
It was my fault, my move, and my wine
I see the sun now
And it still shines
But it was dark out
And I held the cards
Ooh, I was the dealer
And it wasn’t hard
I was the mistress of my fate
I was the card shark
If I’d a looked a little ahead
I’d a run away
I was the mistress of my fate
I gave it all out
If I’d really known you then
You’d a had to watch out
I’ll be the dancer
You be the player
I’ll just almost hold you
You just almost stay here..
[Chorus repeats to the end]

Now – everybody just calm down. I’m not here to prescribe a meaning to the song to people. All I’ve done is look into the words and they way they are sung. For sure I may have been biased by my own emotions.

Anybody who reads this is entitled to form a different perception and meaning that suits them. I’m not up for an argument! Chrysst!

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