Not to be a downer, (totally gonna be a downer) .. but do you ever feel so hollow inside that it feels like you're actually overflowing with heaviness?  Does that make sense?  To be so sad that you feel unspeakably empty, but it's a very heavy emptiness.  Everything in your heart is so heavy.  It's like bricks have been laid inside it.  What you need is for someone to reach in and lift them out for you. But there is no one to do that.   

I don't feel like that at all.  Just wondering if you did.  Maybe the girl in this song felt that way.  She was probably happy once.  For sure, she was.   Now she's been locked up in a tower. It's been decades now.   She has long hair like Rapunzel, but she is not Rapunzel.  She has no name.  A lost soul with no name and long hair in a lonely tower in the middle of an ocean forest.   

 
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 <center>And by that, I mean there is a forest in the sea.</center> 
<center>Just randomly.  It's not an island.</center>

 <center>There is no sand.  It's grass, and trees, and a tower, and she.</center>

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<center>She sings this song. Over and over. </center>
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<center>*Oh, Cowboy,
My dimestore cowboy,
Where are you?*</center>

<center>*Where's my dimestore cowboy?
plastic pony at his knee..
Rubber bullets inside that gun,
and that's good enough for me.*</center>

<center>*Oh, Cowboy
Rescue me*</center>

<center>*I'll throw down all my hair
You can climb up carefully,
then kiss me on my cheek.*</center>

<center>*I need you
Where are you?
I can't make it here.*</center>

<center>*Oh, Cowboy, rescue me.
Do your job gracefully.*</center>

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<sup>Admittedly, these are not my greatest lyrics. But, I'll have you know... in my head it's a very detailed story, and there are many layers, many scenes.. Rather importantly, there is a moment when he tries to shoot her to put her out of her misery, since he can't actually reach her, and every attempt to actually climb her hair like a rope has failed, because it actually hurts like a bitch if someone tries to use your hair as a climbing rope.  I mean, really.   Come on.</sup>  

<sup>Anyway.. he only has rubber bullets.   But, she accepts the attempt willingly.  Hence, that line in the song.  Never would you have known that if I didn't just tell you.  This is the first time I ever told *anyone* that, and this song is nearly 20 years old. True story.</sup>