Tom Waits - The Asylum Years (2005) by Tom Waits (보컬) on maniadb.com

Diamonds on my windshield
Tears from heaven
Pullin' in town on the Interstate
Pullin' a steel train in the rain

Wind bites my cheek
Through the wing
Fast flyin' freeway drive
It always makes me sing

Duster tryin' to change my tune
Pullin' up fast on the right
Rollin' restlessly
Twenty-four hour moon

Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
Wishin' he's home in a Wiscosin bed
Fifteen feet of snow in the East
Colder than a well digger's ass

And oceanside it ends the ride
San Clemente comin' up
Sunday desperadoes slip by
Check station close and you cruise by with a dry back

Orange drive-in the neon billin'
Theater's fillin' to the brim
Slave girls and hot spurn
Bucket full of sin

Metropolitan area
Interchange and connections
Fly-by-nights from riverside
Black and white planes out of state, runnin' a little late

Sailors jockey for the fast lane
One O one don't miss it
Rollin' hills and concrete fields
Broken line on your mind

The eights go east and the fives go north
And the merging nexus back and forth
You see your sign, you cross the line
Signal with a blink

Radio's gone off the air and it gives you time to think
Ease it out and you creep across
In a section lights froze out
Hear the rumble as you fumble for a cigarette

Blazin' through this neon jungle
Remember someone that you met
And one more block, the engine talks in whispers,"Home at last"
Whispers, whispers, whispers, "Home at last, home at last"

Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin'
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6
And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak

Stoppin' on the red
You're goin' on the green
'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'
You've ever seen
And you're barrelin' down the boulevard
Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumblin'
You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night

Well you gassed her up
And you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrellin' down the boulevard,
You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumblin'
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night

Operator, number, please: it's been so many years
Will she remember my old voice while I fight the tears?
Hello, hello there, is this Martha? this is old Tom Frost,
And I am calling long distance, don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more, now Martha please recall,
Meet me out for coffee, where we'll talk about it all.

And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I feel so much older now, and you're much older too,
How's your husband? and how's the kids? you know that I got married too?
Luck that you found someone to make you feel secure,
'Cause we were all so young and foolish, now we are mature.

And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I was always so impulsive, I guess that I still am,
And all that really mattered then was that I was a man.
I guess that our being together was never meant to be.
And Martha, Martha, I love you can't you see?

And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you...

A cab combs the snake,
Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare,
And a solitary sailor
Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers...

Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents,
And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.

Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "Irene"
As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes

And the Texaco beacon burns on,
The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve Special'...
Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil"
"You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil."

The early mornin' final edition's on the stands,
And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands.
Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,
Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents,
Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight,
Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late.

And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond
Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe Devilles,
Leaving the town in a-keeping
Of the one who is sweeping
Up the ghost of Saturday night

Grapefruit moon, one star shining,
shining down on me.
Heard that tune, and now I'm pining,
honey, can't you see?
'Cause every time I hear that melody,
well, something breaks inside,
And the grapefruit moon, one star shining,
can't turn back the tide.

Never had no destination, could not get across.
You became my inspiration, oh but what a cost.
'Cause every time I hear that melody,
well, something breaks inside,
And the grapefruit moon, one star shining,
is more than I can hide.

Now I'm smoking cigarettes
and I strive for purity,
And I slip just like the stars into obscurity.
'Cause every time I hear that melody,
well, puts me up a tree,
And the grapefruit moon, one star shining,
is all that I can see.

Well small change got rained on with his own .38
and nobody flinched down by the arcade
and the marquise weren't weeping
they went stark-raving mad
and the cabbies were the only ones
that really had it made
and his cold trousers were twisted,
and the sirens high and shrill
and crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
and the naked mannikins with their
cheshire grins
and the raconteurs
and roustabouts said buddy
come on in
cause the dreams ain't broken down here now
now ...they're walking with a limp
now that

small change got rained on with his own .38

Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue
Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town
Took the one eyed Jacks across the railroad tracks
And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
Hes a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave
But the copsd never think to look in Burma-Shave

And the road was like a ribbon, and the moon was like a bone
He didnt seem to be like any guy shed ever known
He kind of looked like Farley Granger, with his hair slicked back
She says Im a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat.
How far are you going?
Said Depends on what you mean
He says Im only stopping here to get some gasoline
I guess Im going thataway, just as long as its paved
And I guess youd say Im on my way to Burma-Shave

And with her knees up on the glove compartment
She took out her barrettes, and her hair spilled out like rootbeer
And she popped her gum and arched her back
Hell, Marysville aint nothing but a wide spot in the road
Some nights my heart pounds like thunder
Dont know why it dont explode
Cause everyone in this stinking towns got one foot in the grave
And Id rather take my chances out in Burma-Shave

Presleys what I go by, why dont you change the stations
Count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror
She said, Mister, anywhere you point this thing
It got to beat the hell out of the sting
Of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin
And so drill me a hole with a barber pole
And Im jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight
Why dont you have another swig, and pass that car if youre so brave
I wanna get there fore the sun comes up in Burma-Shave

And the spider web crack and the mustang screamed
The smoke from the tires and the twisted machine
Just a nickels worth of dreams, and every wishbone that they saved
Lie swindled from them on the way to Burma-Shave

And the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow
Up against the car door on the shotgun side
And when they pulled her from the wreck
You know, she still had on her shades
They say that dreams are growing wild
just this side
of Burma-Shave

stop me if you've heard this one
i feel as though we've met before
perhaps i'm mistaken
but it's just that i remind you
of someone you used to care about
but that was long ago
do you think i'd fall for that
i wasn't born yesterday
besides i never talk to strangers anyway

i ain't a bad guy when you get to know me
i just thought there ain't no harm
hey just try minding your own business
bud who asked you to annoy me
with your sad repartee
besides i never talk to strangers anyway

your life's a dimestore novel
this town is full of guys like you
and you're looking for someone to take the place of her
and you're bitter cause he left you
that's why you're drinkin in this bar
well only suckers fall in love
with perfect strangers

it always takes one to know one stranger
maybe we're just wiser now
and been around the block so many times
that we don't notice
that we're all just perfect strangers
as long as we ignore
that we all begin as strangers
just before we find
we really aren't strangers anymore

Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
Got what I paid for now
See ya tomorrow, hey Frank can I borrow
A couple of bucks from you?
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
And tired of all these soldiers here
No one speaks English and everything's broken
And my Stacys are soaking wet
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me

Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open
And I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger
Your silhouette window light
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me

Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her
And the one-armed bandit knows
And the maverick Chinaman and the cold-blooded signs
And the girls down by the strip-tease shows
Go, waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me

No, I don't want your sympathy
The fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now
Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
They want a piece of the action anyhow
Go, waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me

And you can ask any sailor and the keys from the jailor
And the old men in wheelchairs know
That Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me

And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on
An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
And goodnight to the street sweepers
The night watchman flame keepers and goodnight, Mathilda too

She sends me blue valentines
All the way from Philadelphia
To mark the anniversary
Of someone that I used to be
And it feels just like theres
A warrant out for my arrest
Got me checkin in my rearview mirror
And I'm always on the run
Thats why I changed my name
And I didn't think you'd ever find me here
To send me blue valentines
Like half forgotten dreams
Like a pebble in my shoe
As I walk these streets
And the ghost of your memory
Is the thistle in the kiss
And the burgler that can break a roses neck
It's the tatooed broken promise
That I hide beneath my sleeve
And I see you every time I turn my back

She sends me blue valentines
Though I try to remain at large
They're insisting that our love
Must have a eulogy
Why do I save all of this madness
In the nightstand drawer
There to haunt upon my shoulders
Baby I know
I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go
With a blind and broken heart
That sleeps beneath my lapel
She sends me my blue valentines
To remind me of my cardinal sin
I can never wash the guilt
Or get these bloodstains off my handa
And it takes a lot of whiskey
To take this nightmares go away
And I cut my bleedin heart out every nite
And I die a little more on each St. Valentines day
Remember that I promised I would
Write you...
These blue valentines
blue valentines
blue valentines

Well, you can buy me a drink and Ill tell you what Ive seen
And Ill give you a bargain from the edge of a maniacs dream
That buys a black widow spider with a riddle in his yarn
Thats clingin to the furrow of a blind mans brow
And Ill start talkin from the brim of a thimble full of whiskey
On a train through the Bronx that will take you just as far
As the empty of a bottle to the highway of a scar
That stretched across the blacktop of my cheek like that
And then ducks beneath the brim of a fugitives hat
Youll learn why liquor makes a stool pigeon rat on every face
That ever left a shadow down on Saint Marks place

Hell, Id double-cross my mother if it was whiskey that they paid
And so an early bird says Nightsticks on the hit parade
And he aint got a prayer and his days are numbered
And youll track him down like a dog
But its a tough customer youre gettin in this trade
Cause the Nightsticks heart pumps lemonade
And whiskey keeps a blind man talkin all right
And Im the only one who knows just where he stayed last night

He was in a wreckin yard in a switchblade storm
In a wheelbarrow with nothin but revenge to keep him warm
And a half a million dollars in unmarked bills
Was the Nightsticks blanket in a February chill
And the buzzards drove a crooked sky beneath a black wing halo
He was dealin high Chicago in the mud
And stackin the deck against a dragnets eye
And the shiverin Nightstick in a miserable heap
With the siren for a lullaby singin him to sleep
And bleedin from a buttonhole, and torn by a slug
Fired from the barrel of a two dollar gun
That scorched a blister on the grip of a punk by now
Is learnin what you have to pay to be a hero anyhow

He dressed the hole in his gut with a hundred dollar bandage
A kings ransom for a bedspread that dont amount to nothin
Just cobweb strings on a busted ukulele

And the Nightstick leaned on a black shillelagh
With the poison of a junkies broken promise on his lip
He staggered in the shadows screamin, I aint never been afraid
And he shot out every street light on the promenade
Past the frozen ham-and-eggers at the penny arcade
Throwin out handfuls of a blood stained salary
They were dead in their tracks at the shootin gallery
And they fired off a twenty-one gun salute
And from the corner of his eye he caught the alabaster orbs
Of a dime-a-dance-hall girl and stuffed a thousand dollar bill in her blouse
And caught the cruel and unusual punishment of her smile
And the Nightstick winked beneath a rain soaked brim
Aint no one seen hide nor hair of him since
No one cept a spade on Rikers Island and me

So if youre mad enough to listen to a full of whiskey blind man
And youre mad enough to look beyond where the bloodhounds dare to go
And if you want to know where the Nightsticks hidin out
You be down at the ferry landin, oh lets say bout half past a nightmare
When its twisted on the clock, and you tell em Nickel sent you
Whiskey always makes him talk
And you ask for Captain Charon with the mud on his kicks
Hes the skipper of the Deadline steamer
And she sails from the Bronx across the river Styx
And a riddles just a ticket for a dreamer

Cause when the weathervanes sleepin and the moon turns his back
You crawl on your belly long the railroad tracks
And cross your heart and hope to die, and stick a needle in your eye
Cause hed cut my bleedin heart out if he found out that I squealed
Cause you see a scarecrow is just a hoodlum
Who marked the cards that he dealed
And pulled a gypsy switch
Out on the edge of Potters Field

Eddie Graces Buick got 4 bullet holes in the side
Charley Delisle sittin' at the top of an avacado tree
Mrs Storm'll stab you with a steak knife if you step on her lawn
I got a half pack of lucky strikes man so come along with me
Lets fill our pockets with macadamia nuts
Then go ever to Bobby Goodmansons
And jump off the roof

Hilda plays strip poker
And her mamas across the street
Joey Navinsky says she put her tongue in his mouth
Dicky Faulkners got a switchblade
And some gooseneck risers
That eucalyptus is a hunchback
There's a wind up from the south
So let me tie you up with kite string
I'll show you the scabs on my knee
Watch out for the broken glass, put your shoes and socks
on and come along with me

Lets follow that fire truck
I think your house is burning down
Then go down to the hobo jungle and kill some rattle
Snakes with a trowel
We'll break all the windows in the ol' Anderson place
And steal a bunch of boysenberrys
And swear 'em on our face
I'll get a dollar from my mamas purse
Buy that scull and crossbones ring
And you can wear it round your neck on an old piece of string

Then we'll spit on Ronnie Arnold
Flip him the bird
Slash the tires on the school bus
Now don't say a word
I'll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials in my arm
And I'll show you how to sneak up on the roof of the drugstore

I'll Take the spokes from your wheelchair
And a magpies wings
And I'll tie em to your shoulders and your feet
I'll steal a hacksaw from my dad
Cut the braces off your legs
And we'll bury them tonight out in the cornfield

Just put a church key in your pocket
We'll hop that freight train in the hall
We'll slide all the way down the drain
To new orleans in the fall

There's a place for us
Somewhere a place for us
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us somewhere

There's a time for us
Some day a time for us
Time together with time to spare
Time to learn
Time to care

Someday
Somewhere
We'll find a new way of living,
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere

There's a place for us
A time and place for us
Hold my hand and we're halfway there
Hold my hand and I'll take you there
Somehow
Someday
Somewhere

I will leave behind all of my clothes,
I wore when i was with you,
all I need's my railroad boots,
and my leather jacket,
as i say goodbye to ruby's arms,
although my heart is breaking,
i will steal away out through your
blinds, for soon you will be waking.

The morning light has washed your face,
and everything is turning blue now,
hold on to your pillow case
there's nothing i can do now,
as i say goodbye to ruby's arms,
you'll find another soldier,
and i swear to god by christmas,
there'll be someone else to hold you.

The only thing i'm taking is
the scarf off of your clothesline,
i'll hurry past your chest of drawers,
and your broken window chimes,
as i say goodbye
i'll say goodbye,
say goodbye to ruby's arms.

i'll feel my way down the darken hall,
and out into the morning,
the hobos at the freightyards,
have kept their fires burning,
so jesus christ this goddamn rain,
will someone put me on a train,
i'll never kiss your lips again,
or break your heart,
as i say goodbye
i'll say goodbye,
say goodbye to ruby's arms.