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Blaze Foley – Clay Pigeons Lyrics 2 years ago
@[jimmeejam:40455] Well said. I "felt seen" by that line as the kids would say.

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Blaze Foley – Clay Pigeons Lyrics 2 years ago
I knew this as a John Prine song and just today found out it was written by Blaze Foley. To me, the song is a fairly straightforward but beautifully written song about settling down and starting over after what we can assume was a tumultuous past.\n\nI see the line "feed some pigeons some clay" as a play on words suggesting turning things around, slowing down, and rebuilding. He literally reverses the words "clay" and "pigeons" which matches "night into day" in the same line. And normally you think about shooting and breaking clay pigeons, which is maybe what he did in the past (break things), but he\'s going to rebuild, feeding pigeons some clay instead. It also works as a metaphor for slowing down -- feeding the pigeons -- and is parallel with turning presumably wild night into slow days.

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Bob Dylan – Restless Farewell Lyrics 10 years ago
This song is a masterpiece. The sentimental tune, borrowed from The Parting Glass, amplifies the emotional power of the lyrics, which are pure poetry.

The song is about a life lived honestly and the life beyond this life that waits. He's lived honestly and will leave this world without giving a damn. It's only a "false" clock that ticks out his time -- just an annoyance to distract him. The dirt and dust that covers his face (when he's buried) are merely "rumors" and "gossip," easily pierced by the arrow of the truth. It's the darkness that dies when the curtains are drawn (death) and the dawn that follows.

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Bob Dylan – License to Kill Lyrics 11 years ago
I've been obsessed with this song for the past two days after watching his performance on Letterman in 1984 on youtube. I believe it's about the state of man in a Godless world -- the fallout for having killed God. Without God, "who gonna take away his license to kill?" We're left unchecked, worshipping at an altar of our own reflection, believing only what we see with our eyes.

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