Monday, 4 May 2020

Clay Pigeons



John Prine tells a tale about feeding the pigeons some clay and turning life on its head. 

'Clay Pigeons' by Blaze Foley

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station 
Gonna buy a ticket to ride 
I'm gonna find that lady with two or three kids 
And sit down by her side 
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around 
About two or three times 
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat 
Sing my song for the people I meet 
And get along with it all Where the people say "y'all" 
Sing a song with a friend 
Change the shape that I'm in 
And start playin' again 

I'd like to stay 
But I might have to go to start over again 
I might go back down to Texas 
Or go to somewhere that I've never been 
And get up in the mornin' and go out at night 
And I won't have to go home 
Get used to bein' alone 
Change the words to this song 
And start singin' again 

I'm tired of runnin' 'round lookin' for answers 
To questions that I already know 
I could build me a castle with memories 
Just to have somewhere to go 
Count the days and the nights that it takes 
To get back in the saddle again 
Feed the pigeons some clay 
Turn the night into day 
And start talkin' again, when I know what to say 

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station 
Gonna buy a ticket to ride 
I'm gonna find that lady with two or three kids 
And sit down by her side 
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around 
About two or three times 
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat 
Play my song for the people I meet 
And get along with it all 
Where the people say "y'all" 
Feed the pigeons some clay 
Turn the night into day 
And start talkin' again, when I know what to say