Fleetwood Mac Forum

Hello,
I have recently, found an interesting verse of Sara, which may be able to shine some light into its mysterious meaning.

I believe that Sara, is about Stevie's life (taking the name, Sara) at the time of Rumours, and all the people she loved. I also believe that each verse of the song was dedicated to something or someone. But this new verse, has given detail into her unborn child to Henley.

Watching this early demo:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KliG1M4AKW4
I realized that the end verse is a hybrid of lines that are in other places in the finished version. This verse starts at 2:10.
The lyrics to this part are,

But now its gone, it dosnt matter what though,
When you build your house, then call me
He cried Sara, youre the poet in my heart,
never change, never stop
and now its gone it dosnt matter anymore,
No sorrow for Sara, you can have no more

It appears to be a chat Stevie (Sara) and Don had, regarding there baby. The main reason why I believe this is becuase, Don was actually building a house at the time. Then making even more sense, it adds HE CRIED to the "Sara, youre the poet in my heart".

So what was really gone? and what didnt matter?
I belive it was a baby, but I would like to hear what you think about this early verse.

DarkMelody

My view: The meaning of Sara is that a Rorschach inkblot can mean just about anything to just about anyone.

speculating on stevie's lyrics are like trying to explain to a 2 year old why the sky is blue.

it could be about anything or anyone. it could be about mick, even.

but now it's gone, it doesn't matter what though

mick's broken up with her, it doesn't matter why because it's not going to make it any better.

When you build your house, then call me

(per marissa's explanation) "when you get your shit together, call me because you're where i belong"

He cried Sara, youre the poet in my heart,
never change, never stop

sara recor? there's speculation the name came from her but who knows.

etc etc etc and on down the line.

don said it was about the abortion, and him. it could be about a book she read or a sign she saw. with her, the possibilities are endless.

Don Henley knocked me up
Now, I'm preggers, and don't wanna be
So I'm gonna kill my baby
Kill, kill, kill, my baby




The end.



Literally.

Oh man, one of the pittiest conclusions of all times: it's very unlikely that you and I will get drunk together on a barstool in a pityful environment once in our lives.

Pittiest? I'm not sure whether to encourage you, or get shitty?

I will drink my first beer, and my first shot, at work tonight (yeah, I have a drinkupation!), to you, Gerald.

Has anyone tried this new Red Stag????? It's black cherry flavored Jim Beam. It is the mother fucking SHIT!!!! I've gotten a divorce from my once beloved Crown. Red Stag - the tastiest mutha fucking shit, EVER!
The funniest thing - it doesn't sell very well, at the club I work at, but I've drank so much of it, that the company THOUGHT it was selling well, and gave us a Red Stag machine(like a Jager machine)! And the bartenders all think it's hilarious! "We didn't sell all that Stag, Dave drank it all, for free!"

Gerald like the pints, and he has good taste in beer.

And he's drinking a La Chouffe...as we speak!

But hey! I'd stagger down some red whatever he's talking about...sounds like filthy booze!! Cheers!

Interesting tidbit on who likes the Red Stag?

I work at a college bar, where almost NOBODY likes it.

I hang out at a tiny redneck bar, where EVERYBODY likes it.

I find that mildly interesting.....