Monday, October 11, 2010

One of Two New Songs

Sixteenth Street, an asbestos shack
Always has enough for this all night game
By the eyes of my customers, they're coming back
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, an asbestos shack
Always has enough for this all night game
By the eyes of my customers, they're coming back
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

2 comments:

Harlequin said...

nice work, you!
it kinda reminds me of elvis costello, but is still distinctly andy...

Andy Coffey said...

Harlequin,

Been awhile. I love your endearment, "you." Oh, I like Elvis Costello; this song has caused a number of reactions among people. Sung, which I will post sometime around Christmas, when my work drops off and I can dedicate myself to learning the recording equipment I need to buy.... the song sounds somewhat closer to the way I intended it... buy peoples interpretations are really fun for me. It's really nice to see you, and I'll come by your blog. Thanks.