Hey, you’ve got it—songs are like gossip with a bassline. The weirdest twist I’ve heard is in that indie folk track “Last Train Home.” Everyone swore it was about a ghost haunting a railway, but the songwriter dropped the mic and said it was actually a diary he found from a WWI soldier who’d vanished on a train. So the “ghost” is literally a real person who never made it back. It’s like the myth was the cover story for a real, dusty confession. Makes you wonder what other “songs about” are just people who found a box of old letters and turned them into a beat.