My song of the week. Not usually one for country sounds or female vocalists but this is such a sad, catchy tune sung in a tragic but fun way. I just want to meet this "Pie Maker" and listen to her stories.
It's not far
I can walk
Down the block
To TableTalk
Close my eyes
Make the pies all day
Plastic cap
On my hair
I used to mind
Now I don't care
I used to mind
Now I don't care
Cause I'm gray
Did I show you this picture of my nephew
Taken at his big birthday surprise
At my sister's house last Sunday
This is Monday and I'm making pies
I'm making pies
Making pies
Pies
Thursday nights
I go and type
Down at the church
For Father Mike
It gets me out
And he ain't hard to like
At all
Jesus stares at me
In my chair
With his big blue eyes
And his honey brown hair
And he's looking at me
Way up there
On the wall
Did I show you this picture of my sweetheart
Taken of us before the war
Of the Greek and his Italian girl
One Sunday at the shore
We tied our ribbons to the fire escape
They were taken by the birds
Who flew home to the country
As the bombs rained on the world
5am
Here I am
Walking the block
To TableTalk
You could cry or die
Or just make pies all day
I'm making pies
Making pies
Making pies
Making pies
The story in my head goes like this...A more than middle aged woman, working at a bakery called Table Talk, making pies (all day). No children, her sisters children are her life. She works at the church (because she quite fancies the priest :)) and has maybe got a bit a guilt about her loss of faith. Not sure if the bombs got her "Sweetheart" or the Italian girl on the shore (was he Greek, or was there a Greek girl as well). I love the pace of this song and the way it is sung makes you realise that although she has had a tough life, she still makes the best of everything.
You agree?
Patty Griffin is awesome. Many of her songs have been made famous by other artists and a while back, I gave you this song to listen to.
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