A Town Called Luckey was released as the B-side of Rilo Kiley's single, Portions For Foxes as well as on the compilation Rkives. The song is about a woman who, upon turning 30-years-old and realizing she hates her life, decides to drive away aimlessly. Then, she meets a man who she can confide in, she tells him her story, only to be humbled by his, far worse, life. He explains how his father, a priest, made sexual advances toward him.
While the song isn't directly anti-religious, it does showcase how common sexual molestation is among clergy.
Song
Lyrics
Happy birthday, you're halfway to 60
You have no land of your own
A job you despise
And a lover that's mean
And you started noticing a disturbing thing
Birds eating other birds just beyond the screen
So you packed up your things and hopped on the freeway headed east
And you drove for eight days aimlessly
Telling yourself to be humble
Singing to yourself to be free
Being full aware that it's a middle aged crisis type thing
And you drove 'til you saw a sign for a town called Luckey
Spelled L-U-C-K-E-Y
Where the sugar towers rise 'til the line and meet the streets
Checked into a motel, slept on cardboard sheets
That covered the bloodstained mattress underneath
Went to the local bar and you got yourself a drink
Telling yourself to be humble
Singing to yourself to be free
It's a middle aged crisis type thing
It was the most ragtag group you had ever seen
A slender man with a mustache on both sides, and nothing in between
Looking like a preacher son who had given in the devil-worshiping scene
He was a real looker and he bought you a drink
And you proceeded to tell him everything
And you were getting a bit hysterical it seemed
You laughed like a carburetor then you screamed
Oh the doubt and the disbelief
Telling yourself to be humble
Singing to yourself to be free
It's a middle aged crisis type thing
And he told you how he came to be
As an altar boy by his father's knees
And how he came to lose his faith
There was no touching but advances were made
And his father's hand in slow motion it was approaching him
And the doubt and disbelief crept over his young heart like the black ocean
A storm cloud, a hurricane if you will
A storm cloud, a hurricane
Telling yourself to be humble
Singing to yourself to be free
It's a middle aged crisis type thing
It's a middle aged crisis type thing
Go home lady, find yourself happy
It's just a middle aged crisis type thing
It's a middle aged crisis type thing
It's a middle aged crisis type thing
It's a middle aged crisis type thing
It's a middle aged crisis type thing
It's a middle aged crisis type thing
