To put it bluntly, the songs of The Windral still suck. One problem for your writer of pulp is that he doesn't like reading explanations of songs himself. He sees the attempts as being up there with Puns, and the clever-clever. In his opinion Robbie Burns on New Year's or any other day day can only really be appreciated by a mind heavily fueled by The Whiskey. It's kind of like a cloud of madness, the joy is suddenly there in the bonhomie and gone the next day. It's social, I guess. The glad-hand and smiles of, "why exactly are we enjoying this?" And the answer too often is "because they are!"
He's tried different approaches. The song as a smell, which is fun. The song as
a character, which has a quality that really confuses the issue. But to go back
to the moments of interpretation, the songs of The Windral mean different things
to different people. There's impasse and misunderstanding. And too, in the
telling of the story, your narrator has bones and thoughts of his own, which
might not be such a good idea, but he doesn't seem to be able to control himself
and this can further confuse matters. Yes indeed, The Windral is a long way from
home, which itself is exciting.