14 December, 2010

By The Eyes of My Customers

Sixteenth Street, a Liquor store
Always has enough for this all night game
By the eyes of my customers, they'll be back for more
Nothing else can help them to ease their pain

And I, walk that plank of shame
As I, say, "Please, come again."
I walk that plank of shame

Always had a thing for the easy load
Trimmed all my possesions to this jet black frame
And tonight while I rumble on the open road
My daughter ships out to the fiery gates

And I, walk that plank of shame
As I, pray for her again.
I walk that plank of shame.

My little boy you're bundled to your daddy's hopes
Waiting to be watered by the future's rain
Though the doctors words were a terrible blow
They were nothing like the look upon our neighbors face

And I, walk that plank of shame
As they, walk their kids away,
I walk that plank of shame

Sixteenth Street, a Liquor store
Always has enough for this all night game
By the eyes of my customers, they'll be needing more
Nothing else can help them to ease their pain

And I, walk that plank of shame
As I, say, "Please, come again,"
I walk that plank of shame

3 comments:

Aj Strong said...

You know I think I've discovered the difference in our writing. While you can be very personal in your work, your social commentary is much closer to the surface. You have told me this is the distillation of personal experiences, but the larger "social" picture can be picked up on so much easier.
This is a great song and I love playing it.

Aj Strong said...

Fate or other?
Just as I posted this the Pandora station I created for you started playing "Rednecks, White Sox and Blue Ribbon Beer"!

Andy Coffey said...

AJ,

You bring up an interesting question.... I have yet to read enough of your posted work to make any real generalization, but... Many people have noticed about me, throughout my life that I have a strong moralistic perspective. After 37 years of socialization, I suppose it is possible that I learned to not directly preach, as if it was ASKED for by those foolish enough to listen to, or read me. So, for what it is worth, I try to talk about myself, and my beliefs in a manner that I've found people to find more acceptable than THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ANDY. Even though, more or less, that's what the whole ball of wax is at the end of the day. Which goes to explain the biggest geniuses who know me of all.... those who never read it in the first place!
Yes, that station is very good on Pandora. I was listening to it while eating lunch the other day. It's algorithm garden suffers from a weed that Europeans call Maize. 'Course, our people just call it Corn. On a good day, "corn-fed." On a bad, "corn-ball." Or perhaps my nickname "corn-dog." Nothin' but corn in Indiana!