Most of the time,I write in character. The character in this particular song is based on a couple of individuals I knew back in the days of wine and roses, roses being a pet name for speed, and wine representing any form of alcohol. I guess I should throw weed into the mix. Anyway, both said individuals had a thing about fixating on an object, subject, or concept, and beating it into the ground. Both individuals were somewhat screwed up, and very dangerous.
The Oz thing is intended to provide a window into the mind of a disturbed personality. The last verse explains just how disturbed. Three nine and Coliseum can be taken to be 39th and Coliseum (which is how it rewritten in latter versions of this song). Google “39th and Coliseum” and gain information on just what kind of poo poo our girl, Dorothy, has just stepped in.
Rewrite of last verse:
I’ll confess:
One January, I met a girl.
Couldn’t help but cut her a smile.
She came looking for that Hollywood gamble.
Bet short. She was so in denial.
I took her home, showed her my etchings,
walked her through my private museum;
then I dropped her off on Norton, somewhere
between Thirty Ninth and Coliseum.
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