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from Keeping The Faith (키핑 더 페이스) by Elmer Bernstein [ost] (2000)
The evening fell just like a star
Left a trail behind You spit as you slammed out the door If this is love we're crazy As we fight like cats and dogs But I just know there's got to be more So please call me, baby Wherever you are It's too cold to be out walking in the streets We do crazy things when we're wounded Everyone's a bit insane I don't want you catching your death of cold Out walking in the rain I admit that I ain't no angel I admit that I ain't no saint I'm selfish and I'm cruel and I'm blind If I exorcise my devils Well my angels may leave too When they leave they're so hard to find We're always at each other's throats It drives me up the wall Most of the time I'm just blowing off steam And I wish to God you'd leave me And I wish to God you'd stay Life's so different than it is in your dreams |
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from Basquiat (바스키아) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
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 |
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from Tom Waits - Foreign Affairs (1977)
muriel since you left town the clubs closed down
and there's one more burned out lamppost down on the main street down where we used to stroll and muriel i still hit all the same old haunts and you follow me wherever i go and muriel i see you on a saturday night in a penny arcade with your hair tied back and the diamond twinkle in your eye is the only wedding ring i'll buy you muriel and muriel how many times i've left this town to hide from your memory and it haunts me but i only get as far as the next whiskey bar i buy another cheap cigar and i'll see you every night hey muriel muriel hey buddy got a light |
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from Tom Waits - Foreign Affairs (1977)
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 |
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from Tom Waits - Foreign Affairs (1977)
jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
neal hunched at the wheel puttin everyone in stitches braggin bout this nurse he screwed while drivin through nebraska and when she came she honked the horn and neal just barely missed a truck and then he asked her if she'd like to come like that to californy see a red head in a uniform will always get you horny with her hairnet and those white shoes and a name tag and a hat she drove like andy granatelli and knew how to fix a flat and jack was almost at the bottom of his md 2020 neal was yellin out the window tryin to buy some bennies from a lincoln full of mexicans whose left rear tire blowed and the sonsobitches prit near almost ran off the road well the nurse had spilled the manoshevitz all up and down her dress then she lit the map on fire neal just had to guess should we try and find a bootleg route or a fillin station open the nurse was dumpin out her purse lookin for an envelope and jack was out of cigarettes we crossed the yellow line the gas pumps looked like tombstones from here felt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car pulls away and the moonlight dressed the double breasted foothills in the mirror weaving outa negligee and a black brassiere the mercury was runnin hot and almost out of gas just then florence nightingale dropped her drawers and stuck her fat ass half way out of the window with a wilson pickett tune and shouted get a load of this and gave the finger to the moon countin one eyed jacks and whistling dixie in the car neal was doin least a hundred when we saw a fallin star florence wished that neal would hold her stead of chewin his cigar jack was noddin out and dreamin he was in a bar with charlie parker on the bandstand not a worry in the world and a glass of beer in one hand and his arm around a girl and neal was singin to the nurse underneath a harlem moon and somehow you could just tell we'd be in california soon |
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from Tom Waits - Foreign Affairs (1977)
hey sight for sore eyes it's a long time no see
workin hard hardly workin hey man you know me water under the bridge didya see my new car well it's bought and it's payed for parked outside of the bar and hey barkeeper what's keepin you keep pourin drinks for all these palookas hey you know what i thinks that we toast to the old days and dimagio too and old drysdale and mantle whitey ford and to you no the old gang ain't around everyone has left town 'cept for thumm and giardina said they just might be down oh half drunk all the time and i'm all drunk the rest yea monk's till the champion but i'm the best i guess you heard about nash he was killed in a crash hell that must of been two or three years ago now yea he spun out and he rolled he hit a telephone pole and he died with the radio on no she's married and with a kid finally split up with sid he's up north for a nickle's worth for armed robbery hey i'll play you some pin ball hell you ain't got a chance well then go on over and ask her to dance |
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from Tom Waits - Foreign Affairs (1977)
well you can buy me a drink and i'll tell you what i seen
and i'll give you a bargain from the edge of a maniac's dream that buys a black widow spider with a riddle in his yarn that's clinging to the furrow of a blindman's brow i'll start talking 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 fugitive's hat and you'll learn why liquor makes a stool pigeon rat on every face that ever left his shadow down on saint marks place hell i'd double cross my mother if it was whiskey that they payed and so an early bird says nightsticks on the hit parade and he ain't got a prayer and his days are numbered and you'll track him down like a dog well it's a tough customer you're getting in this trade cause the nightstick's heart pumps lemonade well whiskey keeps a blindman talkin alright and i'm 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 nothing but revenge to keep him warm and a half a million dollars in unmarked bills was the nightstick's blanket in a febuary chill and as the buzzard drove a crooked sky he was dealin high chicago in the mud and stackin' the deck against a dragnet's eye a shivering nightstick in a miserable heap with the siren for a lullaby singing him to sleep he was bleeding from a buttonhole 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 king's ransom for a bedspread that don't amount to nuttin just cobweb strings on a busted ukulele and the nightstick leaned on a black shillelagh with the poison of a junkie's broken promise on his lip he staggered in the shadows screaming i ain't 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 and from 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 rainsoaked brim ain't no one seen hide nor hair of him see no one but a spade on rikers island and me and so if you're mad enough to listen to a full of whiskey blindman then you're mad enough to look beyond where bloodhounds dare to go so if you want to know just where the nightstick's hidin out you be down at the ferry landin oh let's say bout half past a nightmare when it's twisted on a clock you tell 'em nickels sentcha whiskey always makes him talk and you ask for captain charon with the mud on his kicks he's the skipper of the deadline steamer and she sails from the bronx across the river styx and a riddle's just a ticket for a dreamer cause when the weathervane's 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 he'd cut my bleedin heart out if he found out that i squealed cause you see a scarecrow's just a hoodlum who marked the cards that he dealed and pulled a gypsy switch out on the edge of potter's field |
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from Tom Waits - Foreign Affairs (1977)
licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue scrawled across the shoulders
of a dying town the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks and the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through he was a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave but the cops would never think to look in burma shave and the road was like a ribbon and the moon was like a bone he didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever known he kinda looked like farley granger with his hair slicked back she says i'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat how far are you going he said depends on what you mean he says i'm going thataway just as long as it's paved i guess you'd say i'm on my way to burma shave and her knees up on the glove compartment took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer and she popped her gum and arched her back hell marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road some night my heart pounds just like thunder i don't know why it don't explode cause everyone in this stinking town has got one foot in the grave and i'd rather take my chances out in burma shave presley's what i go by why don't you change the station count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror mister anywhere you point this thing has 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 i'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight why don't you have another swig and pass that car if you're so brave i wanna get there before the sun comes up in burma shave and the spider web crack and the mustang screamed smoke from the tires and the twisted machine just a nickel's 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 shot gun 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 |
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from Tom Waits - Foreign Affairs (1977)
good mornin mr. snip snip snip witchur haircut jus as short as mine
bay rum lucky tiger butch wax cracker jacks shoe shine jaw breaker magazine racks hangin round the barber shop a side burnin close crop mornin mr. furgeson what's the good word witcha been stayin outa trouble like a good boy should i see you're still cuttin hair well i'm still cuttin classes i just couldn't hep myself i got a couple of passes to the ringle bros. barn bail circus afternoon i see you lost a little round the middle and your lookin reel good sittin on the wagon stead of under the hood what's the low down mr. brown heard you boy's leavin town i just bought myself a struggle buggy suckers powder blue throw me over sports page cincinnati's lookin' good always been for pittsburgh lay you 10 to 1 that the pirates get the pennant and the series for their done you know the hair's gettin longer and the skirts gettin shorter you can get a cheaper haircut if you wanna cross the border now if your mama saw you smokin why she'd kick your ass put it out you little juvenile and put it out fast oh if i had a million dollars well what would i do probly be a barber not a bum like you still gotchur paper route now that's just fine now you can pay me double cause you gypped me last time you be keepin little circus money and spend it on a girl know i give the best haircuts in the whole wide world |
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from Tom Waits - Foreign Affairs (1977)
when travelling abroad in the continental style
it's my belief one must attempt to be discreet and subsequently bear in mind your transient position allows you a perspective that's unique though you'll find your itinerary's a blessing and a curse your wanderlust won't let you settle down and you'll wonder how you ever fathomed that you'd be content to stay within the city limits of a small midwestern town most vagabonds i knowed don't ever want to find the culprit that remains the object of their long relentless quest the obsession's in the chasing and not the apprehending the pursuit you see and never the arrest without fear of contradiction bon voyage is always hollered in conjunction with a handkerchief from shore by a girl that drives a rambler and furthermore is overly concerned that she won't see him anymore planes and trains and boats and buses characteristically evoke a common attitude of blue unless you have a suitcase and a ticket and a passport and the cargo that they're carrying is you a foreign affair juxtaposed with a stateside and domestically approved romantic fancy is mysteriously attractive due to circumstances knowing it will only be parlayed into a memory |
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from Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years (1987)
Hang on st. christopher through the smoke
and the oil Buckle down the rumble seat let the radiator boil got an overhead downshift and a two dollar grill got an 85 cabin on an 85 hill Hang on st. christopher on the passenger side open it up tonight the devil can ride hang on st. christopher with a barrel house dog kick me up mt. baldy throw me out in the fog tear a hole in the jack pot drive a stake through his heart do a 100 on the grapevine do a jump on the start hang on st. christopher now don't let me go get me to reno and bring it in low, yeah hang on st. christopher with the hammer to the floor put a hi ball in the crank case nail a crow to the door get a bottle for the jockey gimme a 294 there's a 750 norton bustin down january's door hang on st. christopher on the passenger side open it up tonight the devil can ride hang on st. christopher now don't let me go get to me reno got to bring it in low put my baby on the flat car got to burn down the caboose get 'em all jacked up on whiskey then we'll turn the mad dog loose hang on st. christopher on the passenger side open it up tonight the devil can ride |
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from Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years (1987)
I'm going straight to the top
oh yea up where the air is fresh and clean I'm going straight up to the top if you know me, you know what I mean I can't let sorrow try and pull ol' Frankie down live for tomorrow I have found you I'm going straight up to the top up where the air is fresh and clean i know that I will never stop, oh no until I know I'm wild and free just like a champagne bubble pop pop pop I'm like those birdies high up in the trees I can't let sorrow pull ol' Frankie down live for tomorrow I have found you I'm going straight up to the top oh yeah up where the air is fresh and clean |
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from Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years (1987)
Mary's on the black top
There's a husband in the dog house In the middle of a shakedown She got quiet as a church mouose She found Raleigh's on the dashboard Sugar daddy caught a polocar Ain't no solitary tap dance way down here I swear I's riding on a field mouse we were dancin' in the slaughterhouse If you swing along the beltway then you skid along the all day cause I went a little crazy and I sat upon a high chair And I'm smokin like a diesel way out here Blow wind blow - blow me away here - blow wind blow (repeat) |
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from Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years (1987)
Rusted brandy in a diamond glass
everything is made from dreams time is made from honey slow and sweet only the fools know what it means temptation, temptation, temptation oh, temptation, temptation, I can't resist I know that she is made of smoke but I've lost my wayy she knows that I am broke so that I must play temptation, temptation, temptation oh, whoa, temptation, temptation, I can't resist Dutch pink and Italian blue she is waiting there for you my will has disappeared now my confusions oh so clear temptation, temptation, temptation whoa, whoa, temptation, temptation I can't reisist |
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from Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years (1987)
The bats are in the belfry
the dew is on the moor where are the arms that held me and pledged her love before and pledged her love before *It's such a sad old feeling the fields are soft and green it's memories that I'm stealing but you're innocent when you dream when you dream you're innocent when you dream Running through the graveyard we laughed my friends and I we swore we'd be together until the day we died until the day we died *Repeat I made a golden promise that we would never part I gave my love a locket and then I broke her heart and then I broke her heart *Repeat |
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from Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years (1987)
If you want money in your pocket
and a top hat on your head a hot meal on your table and a blanket on your bed well today is grey skies tomorrow is tears you'll have to wait til yesterday is here Well I'm going to New York City and I'm leaving on a train and if you want to stay behind and wait til I come back again well today is grey skies tomorrow is tears you'll have to wait til yesterday is here If you want to go where the rainbows end you'll have to say goodbye all our dreams come true baby up ahead and it's out where your memories lie well the road's out before me and the moon is shining bright what I want you to remember as I disappear tonight today is grey skies tomorrow's tears you'll have to wait til yesterday is here |
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from Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years (1987)
I put my chips on her shoulder
running in the carnival time she bought the things that I told her they made her eyes sparkle and shine together we'll ring in the new year I know that she'll be my queen and if I fall asleep in your arms please wake me up in my dreams Her out-fit was all made of vinyl like nothing I've ever seen when our divorces are final She'll fit right into my scheme next to the pawnshop's a chapel I'll show you just what I mean and if I fall asleep in your arms please wake me up in my dreams |
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from Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years (1987)
Dream away the tears in your eyes
Dream away your sorrows Dream away all your goodbyes Dream away tomorrow I promise when the sun comes up I promise I'll be true and just like before the band starts to play they always play your favorite tune and dream awawy when everyone's gone dream away your grey skies tooo dream away and nothing is wrong dreams have wishes that are waiting for you and up ahead the road is turning turning for you and me and just like before the band starts to play now there's that twinkle in your eye and dream away |
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from Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years (1987)
It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
it's more than thunder it's more than thunder it's more than a swindle this crooked card game it's more than sad times it's more than sad times none of our pockets are filled with gold nobody's caught the boquet there are no dead presidents we can fold nothing is going our way and it's more than goodbye I have to say to you it's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now |
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from Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years (1987)
When you walk through the garden
you gotta watch your back well I beg your pardon walk the straight and narrow track if you walk with Jesus he's gonna save your soul you gotta keep the devil way down in the hole he's got the fire and the fury at his command well you don't have to worry if you hold on to Jesus hand we'll all be safe from Satan when the thunder rolls just gotta help me keep the devil way down in the hole All the angels sing about Jesus' mighty sword and they'll shield you with their wings and keep you close to the lord don't pay heed to temptation for his hands are so cold you gotta help me keep the devil way down in the hole |
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from Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years (1987)
I'm going straight to the top
oh yea up where the air is fresh and clean I'm going straight up to the top if you know me, you know what I mean I can't let sorrow try and pull ol' Frankie down live for tomorrow I have found you I'm going straight up to the top up where the air is fresh and clean i know that I will never stop, oh no until I know I'm wild and free just like a champagne bubble pop pop pop I'm like those birdies high up in the trees I can't let sorrow pull ol' Frankie down live for tomorrow I have found you I'm going straight up to the top oh yeah up where the air is fresh and clean |
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from Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years (1987)
All night long on the broken glass
livin in a medicine chest mediteromanian hotel back sprawled across a roll top desk the monkey rode the blade on an overhead fan they paint the donkey blue if you pay I got a telephone call from Istanbul my baby's coming home today will you sell me one of those if I shave my head get me out of town is what fireball said never trust a man in a blue trench coat never drive a car when you're dead Saturday's a festival Friday's a gem dye your hair yellow and raise your hem follow me to beulah's on dry creek road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed take me down to buy a tux on red rose bear got to cut a hole in the day I got a telephone call from Istanbul my baby's coming home today |
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from Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years (1987)
Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
never slept with a dream before he had to go away there's a bell in the tower Uncle Ray bought a round don't worry about the army in the cold cold ground now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed there's a bird in the chimmney and a stone in my bed when the road's washed out they pass the bottle around and wait in the arms of the cold cold ground cold cold ground there's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope and a briar patch of berries takin over the slope the cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town til we bury every dream in the cold cold ground cold cold ground gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells blow the roof off the goat barn let it roll down the hill the piano is firewood times square is a dream I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground cold cold ground cold cold ground call the cops on the Breedloves bring a bible and a rope and a whole box of rebel and a bar of soap make a pile of trunk tires and burn 'em all down bring a dollar with you baby in the cold cold ground cold cold ground take a weathervane rooster throw rocks at his head stop talking to the neighbors til we all go dead beware of my temper and the dog that I've found break all the windows in the cold cold ground cold cold ground |
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from Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years (1987)
Well I broke down in E. St. Louis
On the Kansas City line and I drunk up all my money that I borrowed every time and I fell down at the derby and now the night's black as a crow It was a train that took me away from here but a train can't bring me home What made my dreams so hollow was standing at the depot with a steeple full of swallows that could never ring the bell and I come ten thousand miles away with not one thing to show well it was a train that took me away from here but a train can't bring me home I remember when I left without bothering to pack you know I up and left with just the clothes I had on my back now I'm sorry for what I've done and I'm out here on my own well it was a train that took me away from here but a train can't bring me home |
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from Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years (1987)
The bats are in the belfry
the dew is on the moor where are the arms that held me and pledged her love before and pledged her love before CHORUS It's such a sad old feeling the fields are soft and green it's memories that I'm stealing but you're innocent when you dream when you dream you're innocent when you dream Running through the graveyard we laughed my friends and I we swore we'd be together until the day we died until the day we died CHORUS I made a golden promise that we would never part I gave my love a locket and then I broke her heart and then I broke her heart CHORUS |
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from Tom Waits - Big Time (1988)
Rattle Big Black Bones
in the Danger zone there's a rumblin' groan down below there's a big dark town it's a place I've found there's a world going on UNDERGROUND they're alive, they're awake while the rest of the world is asleep below the mine shaft roads it will all unfold there's a world going on UNDERGROUND all the roots hang down swing from town to town they are marching around down under your boots all the trucks unload beyond the gopher holes there's a world going on UNDERGROUND |
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from Tom Waits - Big Time (1988)
Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
never slept with a dream before he had to go away there's a bell in the tower Uncle Ray bought a round don't worry about the army in the cold cold ground now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed there's a bird in the chimmney and a stone in my bed when the road's washed out they pass the bottle around and wait in the arms of the cold cold ground cold cold ground there's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope and a briar patch of berries takin over the slope the cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town til we bury every dream in the cold cold ground cold cold ground gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells blow the roof off the goat barn let it roll down the hill the piano is firewood times square is a dream I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground cold cold ground cold cold ground call the cops on the Breedloves bring a bible and a rope and a whole box of rebel and a bar of soap make a pile of trunk tires and burn 'em all down bring a dollar with you baby in the cold cold ground cold cold ground take a weathervane rooster throw rocks at his head stop talking to the neighbors til we all go dead beware of my temper and the dog that I've found break all the windows in the cold cold ground cold cold ground |
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from Tom Waits - Big Time (1988)
I'm going straight to the top
oh yea up where the air is fresh and clean I'm going straight up to the top if you know me, you know what I mean I can't let sorrow try and pull ol' Frankie down live for tomorrow I have found you I'm going straight up to the top up where the air is fresh and clean i know that I will never stop, oh no until I know I'm wild and free just like a champagne bubble pop pop pop I'm like those birdies high up in the trees I can't let sorrow pull ol' Frankie down live for tomorrow I have found you I'm going straight up to the top oh yeah up where the air is fresh and clean |
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from Tom Waits - Big Time (1988)
If you want money in your pocket
and a top hat on your head a hot meal on your table and a blanket on your bed well today is grey skies tomorrow is tears you'll have to wait til yesterday is here Well I'm going to New York City and I'm leaving on a train and if you want to stay behind and wait til I come back again well today is grey skies tomorrow is tears you'll have to wait til yesterday is here If you want to go where the rainbows end you'll have to say goodbye all our dreams come true baby up ahead and it's out where your memories lie well the road's out before me and the moon is shining bright what I want you to remember as I disappear tonight today is grey skies tomorrow's tears you'll have to wait til yesterday is here |
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from Tom Waits - Big Time (1988)
When you walk through the garden
you gotta watch your back well I beg your pardon walk the straight and narrow track if you walk with Jesus he's gonna save your soul you gotta keep the devil way down in the hole he's got the fire and the fury at his command well you don't have to worry if you hold on to Jesus hand we'll all be safe from Satan when the thunder rolls just gotta help me keep the devil way down in the hole All the angels sing about Jesus' mighty sword and they'll shield you with their wings and keep you close to the lord don't pay heed to temptation for his hands are so cold you gotta help me keep the devil way down in the hole |
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from Tom Waits - Big Time (1988)
Inside a broken clock,
splashing the wine with all the rain dogs Taxi, we’d rather walk, huddle a doorway with the rain dogs For I am a rain dog, too Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night For it was all ripe for dreaming Oh, how we danced away all of the lights We’ve always been out of our minds The rum pours strong and thin, beat out the dustman with the rain dogs Aboard a shipwreck train, give my umbrella to the rain dogs For I am a rain dog, too Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee Her long hair black as a raven Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me You’ll never be going back home Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee Her long hair black as a raven Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me You’ll never be going back home |
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from Tom Waits - Big Time (1988)
Well I broke down in E. St. Louis
On the Kansas City line and I drunk up all my money that I borrowed every time and I fell down at the derby and now the night's black as a crow It was a train that took me away from here but a train can't bring me home What made my dreams so hollow was standing at the depot with a steeple full of swallows that could never ring the bell and I come ten thousand miles away with not one thing to show well it was a train that took me away from here but a train can't bring me home I remember when I left without bothering to pack you know I up and left with just the clothes I had on my back now I'm sorry for what I've done and I'm out here on my own well it was a train that took me away from here but a train can't bring me home |
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from Tom Waits - Big Time (1988)
She's my only true love
she's all that I think of look here in my wallet that's her She grew up on a farm there there's a place on my arm where I've written her name next to mine you see I just can't live without her and I'm her only boy and she grew up outside McHenry in Johnsburg, Illinois |
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from Tom Waits - Big Time (1988)
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. |
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from Tom Waits - Big Time (1988)
All night long on the broken glass
livin in a medicine chest mediteromanian hotel back sprawled across a roll top desk the monkey rode the blade on an overhead fan they paint the donkey blue if you pay I got a telephone call from Istanbul my baby's coming home today will you sell me one of those if I shave my head get me out of town is what fireball said never trust a man in a blue trench coat never drive a car when you're dead Saturday's a festival Friday's a gem dye your hair yellow and raise your hem follow me to beulah's on dry creek road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed take me down to buy a tux on red rose bear got to cut a hole in the day I got a telephone call from Istanbul my baby's coming home today |
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from Tom Waits - Big Time (1988)
Sane, sane they're all insane
The fireman's blind, the conductors lame A Cincinatti jacket and a sad luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands, Clap hands Clap hands, Clap hands Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more Moon in the window; a bird on the pole Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, Clap hands Clap hands, Clap hands Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty dollar bill inside in Palladin's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Repeat Second Verse Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to Heaven in the little row boat Clap hands, Clap hands Clap hands, Clap hands |
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from Tom Waits - Big Time (1988)
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all the tail He fell in love with a Gun Street Girl and Now he's danced in the Birmingham jail. Took a 100 dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe Brought a bran' new michigan 20 gauge Got all liquored up on that road house corn, Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette. Brought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese Dyed his hair in the bathroom of Texaco With a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4 Well, he left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door He left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door Chorus: I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home. Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's Wood Soaking' day old bread in kerosene He was blue as a robin's egg brown as a hog Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tire Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone He never got up in the morning on a Saturday Sittin' by the Erie with a bull whipped dog Tellin' everyone he saw They went thatta way Tellin' everyone he saw They went thatta way. Now the rain's like gravel on old tin roof And the Burlinton Northern's pullin' out of the world With a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw. And a Gun Street Girl was the cause of it all. Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge He heard the click clack tappin' of a blind man's cane Pullin' into Baker on New Year's Eve With one eye on the pistol the other on the door, With one eye on the pistol the other on the door. Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Row And the smuggled in a bran' new pair of alligator shoes. With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair, well They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire, They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire. Chorus I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home. Bangin' on a table with an old tin cup Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again, I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again. Repeat chorus |
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from Tom Waits - Big Time (1988)
Well the smart money's on Harlow
and the moon is in the street And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws And you’re east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches And the rain sounds like a round of applause And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon His invisible fiancee’s in the mirror And the band is going home, it’s raining hammers, it’s raining nails And it’s true there’s nothing left for him down here And it’s time time time, and it’s time time time And it’s time time time that you love And it’s time time time And they all pretend they’re orphans and their memory’s like a train You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can’t remember tell the things you can’t forget That history puts a saint in every dream Well she said she’d stick around until the bandages came off But these mama’s boys just don’t know when to quit And Mathilda asks the sailors ‘Are those dreams or are those prayers?’ So close your eyes, son, and this won’t hurt a bit Oh it’s time time time, and it’s time time time And it’s time time time that you love And it’s time time time Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street And when they’re on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips As the dish outside the window fills with rain Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart And pay the fiddler off ‘til I come back again Oh it’s time time time, and it’s time time time And it’s time time time that you love And it’s time time time And it’s time time time, and it’s time time time And it’s time time time that you love And it’s time time time |
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from Tom Waits - Mule Variations (1999)
What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building In there? He has subscriptions to those Magazines... He never Waves when he goes by He's hiding something from The rest of us... He's all To himself... I think I know Why... He took down the Tire swing from the Peppertree He has no children of his Own you see... He has no dog And he has no friends and His lawn is dying... and What about all those packages He sends. What's he building in there? With that hook light On the stairs. What's he building In there... I'll tell you one thing He's not building a playhouse for The children what's he building In there? Now what's that sound from under the door? He's pounding nails into a Hardwood floor... and I Swear to god I heard someone Moaning low... and I keep Seeing the blue light of a T.V. show... He has a router And a table saw... and you Won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw There's poison underneath the sink Of course... But there's also Enough formaldehyde to choke A horse... What's he building In there. What the hell is he Building in there? I heard he Has an ex-wife in some place Called Mayors Income, Tennessee And he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia... but what is he building in there? What the hell is building in there? He has no friends But he gets a lot of mail I'll bet he spent a little Time in jail... I heard he was up on the Roof last night Signaling with a flashlight And what's that tune he's Always whistling... What's he building in there? What's he building in there? We have a right to know... |
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from Tom Waits 1집 - Closing Time (1973)
My time went so quickly
I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55 Pulled away slowly feeling so holy God knows, I was feeling alive. And now the sun's coming up I'm riding with Lady Luck freeway cars and trucks Stars beginning to fade and I lead the parade Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer Oh, Lord, that the feeling's getting stronger. Now six in the morning gave me no warning I had to be on my way. Lights passing and trucks a flashing I'm on my way home from your place. And now the sun's coming up I'm riding with Lady Luck freeway cars and trucks Stars beginning to fade and I lead the parade Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer Oh, Lord, that the feeling's getting stronger. |
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from Tom Waits 1집 - Closing Time (1973)
Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue, Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see, I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. Well the room is crowded, people everywhere And I wonder, should I offer you a chair? Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it, Before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it, And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. Well the night does funny things inside a man These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand, Well I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette, I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met, And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late, you'd like some some company, Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me, The guy you're with has up and split, the chair next to you's free, And I hope that you don't fall in love with me. Now it's closing time, the music's fading out Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout. Well I turn around to look at you, you're nowhere to be found, I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round And I think that I just fell in love with you. |
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from Tom Waits 1집 - Closing Time (1973)
Well, I'm walking on down Virginia Avenue
Trying to find somebody to tell my troubles to. Harold's club is closing, and everybody's going on home: What's a poor boy to do? I'll just get on back into my short, make it back to the fort Sleep off all the crazy lizards inside of my brain. There's got to be some place that's better than this This life I'm leading's driving me insane And let me tell you I'm dreaming... Let me tell you that I'm dreaming to the twilight, this town has got me down. I've seen all the highlights, I've been walking all around I won't make a fuss, I'll take a Greyhound bus, carry me away from here: Tell me, what have I got to lose? 'Cause I'm walking on down Columbus Avenue The bars are all closing, 'cause it's quarter to two Every town I go to is like a lock without a key Those I leave behind are catching up on me, Let me tell you they're catching up on me, they're catching up on me Catching up on me, catching up on me, catching up on me. |
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from Tom Waits 1집 - Closing Time (1973)
I'm singing this song, it's time it was sung
I've been putting it off for a while, But it's harder by now, 'cause the truth is so clear That I cry when I'm seeing you smile. So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore, And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone. Every time that I tried to tell that we'd lost the magic we had at the start, I would weep my heart when I looked in your eyes And I searched once again for the spark. So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore, And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone. I can see by your eyes, it's time now to go So I'll leave you to cry in the rain, Though I held in my hand, the key to all joy Honey my heart was not born to be tamed. So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore, And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone. So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore, And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone, Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone, can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone. |
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from Tom Waits 1집 - Closing Time (1973)
Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye
Hush-a bye my baby, no need to be crying. You can burn the midnight oil with me as long as you will Stare out at the moon upon the windowsill, and dream... Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye Hush-a bye my baby, no need to be crying. There's dew drops on the window sill, gumdrops in your head Slipping into dream land, you're nodding your head, so dream... Dream of West Virginia, or of the British Isles 'Cause when you are dreaming, you see for miles and miles. When you are much older, remember when we sat At midnight on the windowsill, and had this little chat And dream, come on and dream, come on and dream, and dream, and dream... |
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from Tom Waits 1집 - Closing Time (1973)
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? Lucky 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... |
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from Tom Waits 1집 - Closing Time (1973)
Well I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn
Nobody's up except the moon and me, And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree All that you left me was a melody. Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie... And the moon's all up, full and big, apricot tips in an indigo sky, And I've been loving you, Rosie, since the day I was born And I'll love you, Rosie 'til the day I die. Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie... Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie... And I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn Nobody's up except the moon and me, And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree All that you left me was a melody. Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie... |
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from Tom Waits 1집 - Closing Time (1973)
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely eyes,
lonely face, lonely lonely in your place. Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place. I thought that I knew all that there was to, lonely, lonely, lonely... Melanie Jane, won't feel the pain. Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely eyes, lonely lonely in your place. And I thought that I knew all that there was to Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely eyes, lonely lonely in your place, and I still love you, I still love you, lonely, lonely... |
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from Tom Waits 1집 - Closing Time (1973)
I'll be clickin' by your house about two forty-five
Sidewalk sundae strawberry surprise, I got a cherry popsicle right on time A big stick, mamma, that'll blow your mind 'Cause I'm the ice cream man, I'm a one-man band (yeah) I'm the ice cream man, honey, I'll be good to you. Baby, missed me in the alley, baby, don't you fret Come back around and don't forget, When you're tired and you're hungry and you want something cool, Got something better than a swimming pool 'Cause I'm the ice cream man, I'm a one-man band I'm the ice cream man, honey, I'll be good to you. 'Cause I'm the ice cream man, I'm a one-man band I'm the ice cream man, honey, I'll be good to you. See me coming, you ain't got no change Don't worry baby, it can be arranged: Show me you can smile, baby just for me Fix you with a drumstick, I'll do it for free 'Cause I'm the ice cream man, I'm a one-man band I'm the ice cream man, honey, I'll be good to you. Be good to you, be good to you, Good to you yeah, good to you yeah, good to you yeah, good to you yeah, Good to you yeah, good to you, 'll be good to you, I'll be good to you... |
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from Tom Waits 1집 - Closing Time (1973)
Lazy trip to heaven on the wings of your love
Banana moon is shining in the sky, Feel like I'm in heaven when you're with me Know that I'm in heaven when you smile, Though we're stuck here on the ground, I got something that I've found And it's you. And I don't have to take no trip to outer space All I have to do is look at your face, And before I know it, I'm in orbit around you Thanking my lucky stars that I've found you, When I see your constellation, honey, you're my inspiration, and it's you. You're my north star when I'm lost and feeling blue, The sun is breaking through the clouds don't you, don't you know it's true? Honey, all the other stars seem dim around you Thanking my lucky stars that I've found you, When I see your smiling face, honey, I know nothing ever going to take your place, and it's you. And it's you, and it's you, and it's you, and it's you, and it's you And it's you, and it's you, shoo-be-doo, ba-da-da. |
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from Tom Waits 1집 - Closing Time (1973)
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. |
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from Shrek 2 (슈렉 2) [ost] (2004)
I like my town with a little drop of poison
Nobody knows they're lining up to go insane I'm all alone, I smoke my friends down to the filter But I feel much cleaner after it rains She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison Did the devil make the world while God was sleeping Someone said you'll never get a wish from a bone Another wrong goodbye and a hundred sailors That deep blue sky is my home She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison A rat always knows when he's in with weasels Here you lose a little every day I remember when a million was a million They all have ways to make you pay They all have ways to make you pay |
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from 접속 by 조영욱 [ost] (1997)
If you want money in your pocket
and a top hat on your head a hot meal on your table and a blanket on your bed well today is grey skies tomorrow is tears you'll have to wait til yesterday is here Well I'm going to New York City and I'm leaving on a train and if you want to stay behind and wait til I come back again well today is grey skies tomorrow is tears you'll have to wait til yesterday is here If you want to go where the rainbows end you'll have to say goodbye all our dreams come true baby up ahead and it's out where your memories lie well the road's out before me and the moon is shining bright what I want you to remember as I disappear tonight today is grey skies tomorrow's tears you'll have to wait til yesterday is here |
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from Shrek + Shrek 2 (슈렉 1 + 슈렉 2) [box, ost] (2005)
I like my town with a little drop of poison
Nobody knows they're lining up to go insane I'm all alone, I smoke my friends down to the filter But I feel much cleaner after it rains She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison Did the devil make the world while God was sleeping Someone said you'll never get a wish from a bone Another wrong goodbye and a hundred sailors That deep blue sky is my home She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison A rat always knows when he's in with weasels Here you lose a little every day I remember when a million was a million They all have ways to make you pay They all have ways to make you pay |
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from Sea Of Love ( 사랑의 파도) by Trevor Jones [ost] (1988)
Come with me my love to the sea
The sea of love I want to tell you How much I love you I'm drowning in a sea of love Do you remember the night we met? That's the night I knew you were my pet I want to tell you How much I love you I'm drowning in a sea of love Come with me to the sea Do you remember the night we met? That's the night I just knew you were my pet I want to tell you How much I love you I'm down in a sea of love Come with me to the sea Do you remember the night we met? That's the night I just knew you were my pet I want to tell you How much I love you I'm down in a sea of love Come with me to the sea Do you remember the night we met? That's the night I just knew you were my pet I want to tell you How much I love you I'm down here in a sea of love Come with me to the sea Come with me my love to the sea The sea of love I want to tell you How much I love you I'm down here in a sea of love Come with me to the sea ... |
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from Gun Shy (건 샤이) by Rolfe Kent [ost] (2000)
It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
it's more than thunder it's more than thunder it's more than a swindle this crooked card game it's more than sad times it's more than sad times none of our pockets are filled with gold nobody's caught the boquet there are no dead presidents we can fold nothing is going our way and it's more than goodbye I have to say to you it's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now |
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from The End Of VIolence (폭력의 종말) by Ry Cooder [ost] (1997)
I like my town with a little drop of poison
Nobody knows they're lining up to go insane I'm all alone, I smoke my friends down to the filter But I feel much cleaner after it rains She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison Did the devil make the world while God was sleeping Someone said you'll never get a wish from a bone Another wrong goodbye and a hundred sailors That deep blue sky is my home She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison A rat always knows when he's in with weasels Here you lose a little every day I remember when a million was a million They all have ways to make you pay They all have ways to make you pay |
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from Tom Waits - Blue Valentine (1978)
She wore red shoes by the newstand
As the rain splashed the nickle Spilled like chablis all along the midway There's a little bluejay Red dress, sad night One straw in a rootbeer A compact with a cracked mirror A bottle of evening in Paris perfume What's this sad tune? He told her to wait by the magazines Take care of some business it seems Bring a raincoat Bring a suitcase Bring your dark eyes And wear those red shoes There's a dark huddle at the bus stop Unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet lil' Cesaer got caught He has going down to second He has cooled Changing stations on the chamber To steal a diamond ring From a jewelry store for his baby He loved the way she looked In those red shoes She waited by the drugstore Cesaer had never been late before Dogs bayed the moon And rattled their chains And the cold jingle of taps in a puddle Was the burgler alarm Snitchin' on Cesaer The rain washes memories from the sidewalks And the hounds splash down the nickle Full of soldiers Santa Claus is drunk in the ski room It's christmas eve In a sad cafe When the moon gets this way There's a little bluejay By the newstand Red shoes, red shoes Meet me tonight by the drugstore Meet me tonight by the drugstore Meet me tonight by the drugstore We're goin' out tonight We're goin' out tonight We're goin' out tonight Wear your red shoes Red shoes, red shoes, red shoes, red shoes |
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from Tom Waits - Blue Valentine (1978)
hey Charley I'm pregnant
and living on 9-th street right above a dirty bookstore off cuclid avenue and I stopped taking dope and I quit drinking whiskey and my old man plays the trombone and works out at the track. and he says that he loves me even though its not his baby and he says that he'll raise him up like he would his own son and he gave me a ring that was worn by his mother and he takes me out dancin every saturday nite. and hey Charley I think about you everytime I pass a fillin' station on account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair and I still have that record of little anthony & the imperials but someone stole my record player how do you like that? hey Charley I almost went crazy after mario got busted so I went back to omaha to live with my folks but everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison so I came back in minneapolis this time I think I'm gonna stay. hey Charley I think I'm happy for the first time since my accident and I wish I had all the money that we used to spend on dope I'd buy me a used car lot and I wouldn't sell any of em I'd just drive a different car every day dependin on how I feel. hey Charley for chrissakes do you want to know the truth of it? I don't have a husband he don't play the trombone and I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer and Charley, hey I'll be eligible for parole come valentines day. |
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from Tom Waits - Blue Valentine (1978)
Romeo is bleeding
But not so as you'd notice He's over on 18th street as usual Lookin' so hard against the hood of his car And puttin' out a cigarette in his hand For all the pachucos at the pumps At Romeos paint and body They all seein' how far they can spit Well it was just another night But how they're huddled in the brake lights of a 58 Belair And listenin' to how Romeo killed a sherrif with his knife And they all jump when they hear the sirens But Romeo just laughs All the racket in the world ain't never gonna Save that coppers ass He'll never see another summertime for gunnin' down my brother And leavin' him like a dog beneath a car without his knife Romeo says, "Hey man gimme a cigarette" And they all reach for their pack and Frankie lights it for him and pats him on the back Throws bottle at a milk truck And as it breaks he grabs his nuts And they all know they could be just like Romeo If they only had the guts But Romeo is bleeding But nobody can tell He sings along with the radio With a bullet in his chest And he combs back his fenders And they all agree it's clear That every thing is cool now that Romeos is here Romeo is bleeding He winces now and then He leans against the car door Feels the blood in his shoes Someones crying in the 5 point In the phone booth by the store Romeo starts his engines And wipes the blood off the door And he brodys through the signal With the radio full blast Leavin' the boys there hikin' up there chinos And they all try to stand like Romeo Beneath the moon cut like a sickle And they're talkin' now in spanish all about their hero Romeo is bleeding As he gives the man his ticket He climbs to the balcony at the movies He'll die without a wimper Like every heros dream Like an angel with a bullet And Cagney on the screen Romeo is bleeding Romeo is bleeding, hey man Romeo is bleeding, hey man Romeo is bleeding, hey man Romeo is bleeding |
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from Tom Waits - Blue Valentine (1978)
Put a dead cat on the railroad tracks
Wolf bains blooming by the tressel Get the eyeball of a rooster Stones from a ditch Wash 'em down with bilge water Say you'll never snitch Take the buttons from a yellow jacket Feather from a buzzard Blood from the bounty hunters cold black heart Catch the tears of a widow In a thimble made of glass Tell your mama and your papa They can kiss your ass Poison all the water in the wishin' well Hang all them scarecrows from a sycamore tree Burn down them honeymoons Put 'em in a pillow case Wait next to the switch blades at the amusement park for me Strangle all the christmas carols Scratch out all you prayers Tie 'em up with barbed wire And push them down the stairs I'll whittle you a pistol Keepin' nightmares off your blinds Them sunsabitches always seem to sneak up from behind Syphon all the gas from your daddys pickup truck Fill up Jonny's T-Bird I got a couple bucks Put on little perfume and ribbon in your hair Careful that you don't wake up the hounds Tear a bolt of lightning Off the side of the sky Throw her in the cedar chest If you want me to tell you why Bring the gear shift knob from a 49 mere And lay down here beside me Let me hold you in the dirt Your gonna tremble Tear the throat out of the night Sink your teeth into my shoulder Dig your nails into my back Tell that little girl to let go of my sleeve You'll be a woman when I catch you C'mon baby, fall in love with me With my double barrel shotgun A whole box of shells We'll celebrate the 4 of July We'll do 100mph Spendin' someone elses dough Drive all the way to Reno On the wrong side of the road Wrong side of the road On the wrong side of the road Wrong side of the road Wrong side of the road Wrong side of the road |
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from Tom Waits - Blue Valentine (1978)
I come in on a night train
With an arm full of box cars On the wings of a magpie Cross a hooligan night I busted up a chifforobe Way out by the cocomo Cooked up a mess a mulligan And got into a fight Whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack A mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack You probably seen me sleepin' Out by the railroad tracks Go on and ask the Prince Of Darkness What about all that smoke Come from the stack Sometimes I kill myself a jackel Suck out all the blood Steal myself a stationwagon Drivin' through the mud I want to whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack I'm mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack I know you seen my headlights And the honkin' of my horn I'm callin' out my bloodhounds Chase the devil through the corn Last night I chugged the Mississippi Now that suckers dry as a bone I'm Born in a taxi cab I'm never comin' home Whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack I'm mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack My eyes have seen the glory Of the drainin' of the ditch I only come to Baton Rouge To find myself a witch I'm-ona snatch me up a Couple of 'em every time it rains You see a locomotive Probably thinkin' its a train Whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack I'm a mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack What you think is the sunshine Is just a twinkle in my eye That ring around my finger Called the 4th of July When I get a little bit lonesome And a tear falls from my check There's gonna be an ocean in The middle of the week Whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack I'm mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack I come into town on a night train Arm full of box cars On the wings of a magpie Cross a hooligan night I'm gona tear me off a rainbow And wear it for a tie I never told the truth So I can never tell a lie Whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack A mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack |
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from Tom Waits - Blue Valentine (1978)
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 |
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from Tom Waits - Blue Valentine (1978)
it's raining it's pouring
and you didn't bring a sweater nebraska'll never let you come back home and on hollywood and vine by the trifty mart sign and night i'll be willin' to bet there's a young girl with sweet little wishes and pretty blue dreams standin' there and gettin' all wet now there's a place off the drag called the gilbert hotel there's a couple letters burned out the sign and it's better then a bus stop and they do good business every time it rains for sweet little girls with nothing in their jeans but sweet little wishes and pretty blue dreams now it's raining it's pouring the old man is snoring now i lay me down to sleep i hear the sirens in the street all the dreams are made of chrome i have no way to get back home i'd rather die before i wake like marilyn monroe and throw my dreams out in the street and the rain will make em grow now the night clerk he got a club foot and he's heard times or more he says check out time is 10 am and that's just what he means and you go up the stairs with sweet little wishes and pretty blue dreams now it's raining it's pouring and hollywoods just fine swindle a little out of her dreams put a letter in the sign never trust a scarecrow wearin' shades after dark be areful of that old bow tie he wears it takes asweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun to put those scarlet ribbons in your hair no that ain't no cherry bomb 4th of july's all done just some fool playin' that a second line from the barrel of a pretty blue gun no that ain't no cherry bomb 4th of july's all done get some fool playin' that second line from the barrel of a pretty blue gun. |
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from Tom Waits - Blue Valentine (1978)
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 |
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from Tom Waits - The Heart Of Saturday Night (1974)
Let's put a new coat of paint
On this lonesome old town Set em' up, we'll be knockin' 'em down You wear a dress Baby I'll a tie We'll laugh at that old bloodshot moon In that burgundy sky All our scribbled love dreams are lost or thrown away Here amidst the shuffle of an overflowin' day Our love needs a transfusion let's shoot it full of wine Fishin' for a good time starts with throwin' in your line. So let's put a new coat of paint On this lonesome old town Set em' up, set em' up we'll be knockin' 'em down You wear a dress baby I'll wear a tie We'll laugh at that old bloodshot moon In that burgundy sky |
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from Tom Waits - The Heart Of Saturday Night (1974)
I never saw the mornin' 'til I stayed up all night
I never saw the sunshine 'til you turned out the light I never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long I never heard the melody until I needed the song I never saw the white line 'til I was leavin' you behind I never knew I needed you until I was caught up in a bind I never spoke "I love you" 'til I cursed you in vain I never felt my heart strings until I nearly went insane I never saw the east coast until I moved to the west I never saw the moonlight until it shone off of your breast I never saw your heart until someone tried to steal it, tried to steal it away I never saw your tears until they rolled down your face I never saw the mornin' 'til I stayed up all night I never saw the sunshine 'til you turned out your love light babe I never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long I never heard the melody until I needed the song |
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from Tom Waits - The Heart Of Saturday Night (1974)
Well you hate those diesels rollin'
And those Friday nights out bowlin' When he's off for a twelve hour lay over night You wish you had a dollar For every time he hollered That he's leavin' And he's never comin' back But the curtain-laced billow And his hands on your pillow And his trousers are hangin' on the chair You're lyin' through your pain, babe But you're gonna tell him he's your man And you ain't got the courage to leave He tells you that you're on his mind You're the only one he's ever gonna find It's kind-a special, understands his complicated soul... But the only place a man can breathe And collect his thoughts is Midnight and flyin' away on the road. But you've packed and unpacked So many times you've lost track And the steam heat is drippin' off the walls But when you hear his engines You're lookin' through the window in the kitchen and you know You're always gonna be there when he calls 'Cause he's a truck drivin' man Stoppin' when he can He's a truck drivin' man Stoppin' when he can |
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from Tom Waits - The Heart Of Saturday Night (1974)
I'm leavin' my fam'ly
And leavin' my friends My body's at home But my heart's in the wind Where the clouds are like headlines On a new front page sky My tears are salt water And the moon's full and high And I know Martin Eden's Gonna be proud of me And many before me Who've been called by the sea To be up in the crow's nest And singin' my say Shiver me Timbers 'Cause I'm a-sailin' away The fog's liftin' And the sand's shiftin' and I'm driftin' on out And Ol' Captain Ahab He ain't got nothin' on me. So come on and swallow me, don't follow me I'm trav'lin' alone Blue water's my daughter 'n I'm gonna skip like a stone So please call my missus Tell her not to cry 'Cause my goodbye is written By the moon in the sky And nobody knows me I can't fathom my stayin' Shiver me timbers I'm a-sailin' away And the fog's liftin' And the sand's shiftin' I'm driftin' on out Ol' Captain Ahab He ain't got nothin' on me So come on and swallow me, don't follow me I'm trav'lin' alone Blue water's my daughter 'n I'm gonna skip like a stone And I'm leavin' my family Leavin' my friends My body's at home But my heart's in the wind Where the clouds are like headlines On a new front page sky And shiver me timbers I'm a-sailin' away |
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from Tom Waits - The Heart Of Saturday Night (1974)
Well these diamonds on my windshield
And these tears from heaven Well I'm pulling into town on the Interstate I got a steel train in the rain And the wind bites my cheek through the wing And it's these late nights and this freeway flying It always makes me sing There's a Duster tryin' to change my tune He's pulling up fast on the right Rolling restlessly by a twenty-four hour moon And a Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head He's wishing he was home in a Wiscosin bed But there's fifteen feet of snow in the East Colder then a welldigger's ass And it's colder than a welldigger's ass Oceanside it ends the ride with San Clemente coming up Those Sunday desperadoes slip by and cruise with a dry back And the orange drive-in the neon billin' And the theatre's fillin' to the brim With slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin Metropolitan area with interchange and connections Fly-by-nights from Riverside And out of state plates running a little late But the sailors jockey for the fast lane So 101 don't miss it There's rolling hills and concrete fields And the broken line's on your mind The eights go east and the fives go north And the merging nexus back and forth You see your sign, cross the line, signalling with a blink And the radio's gone off the air Gives you time to think And you hear the rumble As you fumble for a cigarette And blazing through this midnight jungle Remember someone that you met And one more block; the engine talks Whispers 'home at last' It whispers 'home at last' Whispers 'home at last' It whispers 'home at last' Whispers 'home at last' And there are diamonds on my windshield And these tears from heaven Well I'm pulling into town on the Interstate I got me a steel train in the rain And the wind bites my cheek through the wing Late nights and freeway flying Always makes me sing It always makes me sing (Hey look here Jack, ok) |
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from Tom Waits - The Heart Of Saturday Night (1974)
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 |
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from Tom Waits - The Heart Of Saturday Night (1974)
Friday left me fumblin' with the blues
And it's hard to win when you always lose Because the nightspots spend your spirit Beat your head against the wall Two dead ends and you've still got to choose You know the bartenders They all know my name And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead You know the ladies I've been seeing off and on Well they spend your love and then they're gone You can't be lovin' someone who is savage and cruel Take your love and then they leave on out of town No they do Well now fallin' in love is such a breeze But its standin' up that's so hard for me I wanna squeeze you but I'm scared to death I'd break your back You know your perfume Well it won't let me be You know the bartenders all know my name And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead Come on baby Let your love light shine Gotta bury me inside of your fire Because your eyes are 'nough to blind me You're like a-looking at the sun You gotta whisper tell me I'm the one Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one Gotta whisper tell me I'm the one Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one |
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from Tom Waits - The Heart Of Saturday Night (1974)
The evening fell just like a star
Left a trail behind You spit as you slammed out the door If this is love we're crazy As we fight like cats and dogs But I just know there's got to be more So please call me, baby Wherever you are It's too cold to be out walking in the streets We do crazy things when we're wounded Everyone's a bit insane I don't want you catching your death of cold Out walking in the rain I admit that I ain't no angel I admit that I ain't no saint I'm selfish and I'm cruel and I'm blind If I exorcise my devils Well my angels may leave too When they leave they're so hard to find (Chorus) We're always at each other's throats It drives me up the wall Most of the time I'm just blowing off steam And I wish to God you'd leave me And I wish to God you'd stay Life's so different than it is in your dreams (Chorus |
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from Tom Waits - The Heart Of Saturday Night (1974)
Depot, depot, what am I doing here?
Depot, depot, what am I doing here? I ain't coming, I ain't going My confusion is showing Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue I'm gonna paint myself blue At the depot I watch the taxis pull up and idle I can't claim title to a single memory He offered me a key Cause opportunity don't knock He has no tongue and she cannot talk You're gonna shuffle when you walk At the depot This peeping-Tom needs a peephole And an uptempo song To move me along When I find this depot baby I'm on a roll just like a pool ball baby I'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe At the depot Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue Oh, tell me what a poor boy to do At the depot I'm on a roll just like a pool ball baby I'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe At the depot The depot |
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from Tom Waits - The Heart Of Saturday Night (1974)
Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift
Neath the cement stroll Catch the midnight drift Forgot you and Charlie In the newspaperness Grifting hot-horse tips On who's running the best And I'm blinded by the neon Don't try and change my tune 'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon And the moon's a silver slipper It's pouring champagne stars Broadway's like a serpent Pulling shiny top-down cars Laramer is teeming With that undulating beat And some Bonneville is screaming It's way wilder down the street (Chorus) Hearts flutter and race The moon's on the wane Tarts mutter their dream hopes The night will ordain Come schemers and dancers Cherry delight As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound And it cuts throught the night And I've hawked all my yesterdays Don't try and change my tune Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon |
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from Tom Waits - The Heart Of Saturday Night (1974)
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 |
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from Tom Waits - Small Change (1976)
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did, I've got what I paid for now
See you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from you To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley And I'm 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 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'd bury the dagger In your silhouette window light go To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go 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 Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs, And the girls down by the strip-tease shows, go Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me No, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say That the streets aren't for dreaming now And manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories, They want a piece of the action anyhow Go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor, And the old men in wheelchairs know And Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred, And she follows wherever you may go Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel |
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from Tom Waits - Small Change (1976)
Step right up, step right up, step right up,
Everyone's a winner, bargains galore That's right, you too can be the proud owner Of the quality goes in before the name goes on One-tenth of a dollar, one-tenth of a dollar, we got service after sales You need perfume? we got perfume, how 'bout an engagement ring? Something for the little lady, something for the little lady, Something for the little lady, hmm Three for a dollar We got a year-end clearance, we got a white sale And a smoke-damaged furniture, you can drive it away today Act now, act now, and receive as our gift, our gift to you They come in all colors, one size fits all No muss, no fuss, no spills, you're tired of kitchen drudgery Everything must go, going out of business, going out of business Going out of business sale Fifty percent off original retail price, skip the middle man Don't settle for less How do we do it? how do we do it? volume, volume, turn up the volume Now you've heard it advertised, don't hesitate Don't be caught with your drawers down, Don't be caught with your drawers down You can step right up, step right up That's right, it filets, it chops, it dices, slices, Never stops, lasts a lifetime, mows your lawn And it mows your lawn and it picks up the kids from school It gets rid of unwanted facial hair, it gets rid of embarrassing age spots, It delivers a pizza, and it lengthens, and it strengthens And it finds that slipper that's been at large under the chaise lounge for several weeks And it plays a mean Rhythm Master, It makes excuses for unwanted lipstick on your collar And it's only a dollar, step right up, it's only a dollar, step right up 'Cause it forges your signature If not completely satisfied, mail back unused portion of product For complete refund of price of purchase Step right up Please allow thirty days for delivery, don't be fooled by cheap imitations You can live in it, live in it, laugh in it, love in it Swim in it, sleep in it, Live in it, swim in it, laugh in it, love in it Removes embarrassing stains from contour sheets, that's right And it entertains visiting relatives, it turns a sandwich into a banquet Tired of being the life of the party? Change your shorts, change your life, change your life Change into a nine-year-old Hindu boy, get rid of your wife, And it walks your dog, and it doubles on sax Doubles on sax, you can jump back Jack, see you later alligator See you later alligator And it steals your car It gets rid of your gambling debts, it quits smoking It's a friend, and it's a companion, And it's the only product you will ever need Follow these easy assembly instructions it never needs ironing Well it takes weights off hips, bust, thighs, chin, midriff, Gives you dandruff, and it finds you a job, it is a job And it strips the phone company free take ten for five exchange, And it gives you denture breath And you know it's a friend, and it's a companion And it gets rid of your traveler's checks It's new, it's improved, it's old-fashioned Well it takes care of business, never needs winding, Never needs winding, never needs winding Gets rid of blackheads, the heartbreak of psoriasis, Christ, you don't know the meaning of heartbreak, buddy, C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon 'Cause it's effective, it's defective, it creates household odors, It disinfects, it sanitizes for your protection It gives you an erection, it wins the election Why put up with painful corns any longer? It's a redeemable coupon, no obligation, no salesman will visit your home We got a jackpot, jackpot, jackpot, prizes, prizes, prizes, all work guaranteed How do we do it, how do we do it, how do we do it, how do we do it We need your business, we're going out of business We'll give you the business Get on the business end of our going-out-of-business sale Receive our free brochure, free brochure Read the easy-to-follow assembly instructions, batteries not included Send before midnight tomorrow, terms available, Step right up, step right up, step right up You got it buddy: the large print giveth, and the small print taketh away Step right up, you can step right up, you can step right up C'mon step right up (Get away from me kid, you bother me...) Step right up, step right up, step right up, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Step right up, you can step right up, c'mon and step right up, C'mon and step right up |
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from Tom Waits - Small Change (1976)
Well, I'm a jitterbug boy, by the shoe-shine
Resting on my laurels and my hardys too Life of Riley on a swing shift, gears follow my drift Once upon a time I was in show-biz too I seen the Brooklyn Dodgers playing at Ebbets Field Seen the Kentucky Derby too It's fast women, slow horses, unreliable sources, And I'm holding up the lamp-post if you want to know I've seen the Wabash Cannonball, buddy, I've done it all 'Cause I slept with the lions and Marilyn Monroe, Had breakfast in the eye of a hurricane Fought Rocky Marciano, played Minnesota Fats, Burned hundred-dollar bills, I've eaten Mulligan stew Got drunk with Louis Armstrong, what's that old song? I taught Mickey Mantle everything that he knows So you ask me what I'm doing here holding up the lamp-post, Flipping this quarter, trying to make up my mind And if it's heads I go to Tennessee, and tails I buy a drink, If it lands on the edge I keep talking to you (scat |
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from Tom Waits - Small Change (1976)
Well, I wish I was in New Orleans
I can see it in my dreams Arm in arm down Burgundy A bottle and my friends and me Hoist up a few tall cool ones, Play some pool and listen To that tenor saxophone calling me home And I can hear the band begin "When the Saints Go Marching In", And by the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans, I'll be there I'll drink you under the table, be red nose, go for walks, The old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice And wear the dress I like so well Meet me at the old saloon Make sure that there's a Dixie moon New Orleans, I'll be there And deal the cards roll the dice if it ain't that old Chuck E. Weiss And Claiborne Avenue, me and you Sam Jones and all And I wish I was in New Orleans Cause I can see it in my dreams Arm in arm down Burgundy A bottle and my friends and me New Orleans, I'll be there |
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from Tom Waits - Small Change (1976)
The piano has been drinking, my necktie is asleep
And the combo went back to New York, the jukebox has to take a leak And the carpet needs a haircut, and the spotlight looks like a prison break And the telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking... And the menus are all freezing, and the light man's blind in one eye And he can't see out of the other And the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid, and he showed up with his mother And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking As the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler cream-puff casper milktoast And the owner is a mental midget with the I.Q. of a fence post 'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking... And you can't find your waitress with a Geiger counter And she hates you and your friends and you just can't get served without her And the box-office is drooling, and the bar stools are on fire And the newspapers were fooling, and the ash-trays have retired 'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking The piano has been drinking, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me |
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from Tom Waits - Small Change (1976)
Well she's up against the register
with an apron and a spatula, Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes, Well, it's just an invitation to the blues And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue She said How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?, You say Anyway's the only way, be careful not to gamble On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java, It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze And an open invitation to the blues But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy, And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't 'cept at night, And then he's drunk and never even told her that her cared So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes And left her with an invitation to the blues Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring, And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose? Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose, And I'll accept your invitation to the blues |
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from Tom Waits - Small Change (1976)
Smelling like a brewery, looking like a tramp,
I ain't got a quarter, got a postage stamp Been five o'clock shadow boxing all around the town, Talking with the old man, sleeping on the ground Bazanti bootin al zootin al hoot and Al Cohn Sharing this apartment with a telephone pole And a fish-net stocking, spike-heel shoes, Strip tease, prick tease, car keys blues And the porno floor show, live nude girls, Dreamy and creamy and brunette curls Chesty Morgan and Watermelon Rose Raise my rent and take off all your clothes With trench coats, magazines, a bottle full of rum, She's so good, make a dead man come Pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze Wrinkles and Cherry and Twinkie and Pinkie and Fifi live from Gay Paree Fanfares, rim shots, back stage, who cares, all this hot burlesque for me (scat) Cleavage, cleavage, thighs and hips >From the nape of her neck to the lipstick lips Chopped and channeled and lowered and lewd And the cheater slicks and baby moons She's a-hot and ready, creamy and sugared And the band is awful and so are the tunes (scat) Crawling on her belly, and shaking like jelly, And I'm getting harder than Chinese algebrassieres And cheers from the (hmm) compendium here "Hey sweetheart" they're yelling for more You're squashing out your cigarette butts on the floor And I like Shelly, and you like Jane And what was the girl with the snakeskin's name? And it's an early-bird matinee, come back any day, Get you a little something that you can't get at home Get you a little something that you can't get at home It's pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze Popcorn, front row, higher than a kite, and I'll be back tomorrow night, And I'll be back tomorrow night (scat |
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from Tom Waits - Small Change (1976)
Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,
I drunk me a river since you tore me apart And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair, She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've been chumped on my stool So buy this fool some spirits and libations, it's these railroad station bars And all these conductors and porters, and I'm all out of quarters And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, Kath, He's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya No, the moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell, And some guy's trying to sell me a watch And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch I got me a bottle and a dream, it's so maudlin it seems, You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise I ain't sentimental, this ain't a purchase, it's a rental, and it's purgatory, And hey, what's your story, well I don't even care Cause I got my own double-cross to bear And I'll see your Red Label, and I'll raise you one more, And you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more, Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames, It ain't like asbestos It don't do nothing but rest us assured, And substantiate the rumors that you've heard |
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from Tom Waits - Small Change (1976)
Well this gigolo's jumping salty, ain't no trade out on the streets,
Half past the unlucky, and the hawk's a front-row seat Dressed in full orchestration, stage-door Johnny's got to pay, And sent him home talking 'bout the one that got away Could have been on Easy Street, could have been a wheel, With irons in the fire and all them business deals But the last of the big-time losers shouted before he drove away, "I'll be right back, as soon as I crack the one that got away" Well, the ambulance drivers, they don't give a shit, They just want to get off work, and The short stop and the victim are already gone berserk And the shroud-tailor measures him for a deep-six holiday, The stiff is froze, the case is closed on the one that got away Now Jim Crow's directing traffic with them cemetery blues, With them peculiar-looking trousers, them old Italian shoes And a wooden kimono that was all ready to drop in San Francisco Bay But he's mumbling something all about the one that got away And Costello was the champion at the St. Moritz Hotel, And the best this side of Fairfax, reliable sources tell But his reputation is at large, and he's at Ben Frank's every day, Waiting for the one that got away He got a snakeskin sportshirt, and he looks like Vincent Price, With a little piece of chicken, and he's carving off a slice Someone tipped her off, and she'll be doing a Houdini now any day She shook his hustle, and a Greyhound bus'll take the one that got away Well, Andre's at the piano behind the Ivar in the sewers, With a buck a shot for pop tunes, and a fin for guided tours He could-a been in "Casa Blanca", he stood in line out there all day Now he's spilling whiskey and learning songs about a one that got away Well I've lost my equilibrium and my car keys and my pride, The tattoo parlor's warm, and so I hustle there inside And the grinding off the buzz-saw, "What you want that thing to say?" I says, "Just don't misspell her name, buddy, she's the one that got away |
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from Tom Waits - Small Change (1976)
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 |
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from Tom Waits - Small Change (1976)
I don't mind working, 'cause I used to be jerking off most of my time in bars,
I've been a cabbie and a stock clerk and a soda-fountain jock-jerk And a manic mechanic on cars. It's nice work if you can get it, now who the hell said it? I got money to spend on my gal, But the work never stops, and I'll be busting my chops Working for Joe and Sal. And I can't wait to get off work and see my baby, She said she'd leave the porch light on for me. I'm disheveled and I'm disdainful and I'm distracted and it's painful, But this job sweeping up here is gainfully employing me tonight. Well Tom, do this and Tom, do that, and Tom, don't do that, Count the cash, clean the oven, dump the trash, Oh your loving is a rare and a copacetic gift, And I'm a moonlight watch manic, it's hard to be romantic Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine, Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine... I can't wait to get off work and see my baby She'll be waiting up with a magazine for me. Clean the bathrooms and clean 'em good, oh your loving I wish you would Come down here and sweep a-me off my feet, this broom'll have to be my baby, If I hurry, I just might get off before the dawn's early light |
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from Tom Waits - Heartattack And VIne (1980)
liar liar with your pants on fire, white spades hangin' on the telephone
wire, gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line, you'll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine. doctor lawyer beggar man thief, philly joe remarkable looks on in disbelief, if you want a taste of madness, you'll have to wait in line, you'll probably see someone you know on heartattack and vine. boney's high on china white, shorty found a punk, don't you know there ain't no devil, there's just god when he's drunk, well this stuff will probably kill you, let's do another line, what you say you meet me down on heartattack and vine. see that little jersey girl in the see-through top, with the peddle pushers sucking on a soda pop, well i bet she's still a virgin but it's only twenty- five 'til nine, you can see a million of 'em on heartattack and vine. better off in iowa against your scrambled eggs, than crawling down cahuenga on a broken pair of legs, you'll find your ignorance is blissful every goddamn time, your're waitin' for the rtd on heartattack and vine. |