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from Tom Waits - Heartattack And VIne (1980)
check this strange beverage that falls out from the sky, splashin' bagdad on the hudson in panther martin's eyes, he's high and outside wearin' candy apple red, scarlet gave him twenty seven stitches in his head, with a pint of green chartruse ain't nothin' seems right, you buy the sunday paper on a saturday night. can't you hear the thunder someone stole my watch, i sold a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch, some one tell those chinamen on telegraph canyon road, when you're on the bill with the spoon there ain't no time to unload, so bye bye baby baby bye bye. droopy stranger lonely dreamer toy puppy and the prado, we're laughin' as they piled into olmos' el dorado, jesus whispered eni meany miney moe, they're too proud to duck their heads that's why they bring it down so low, so bye bye baby baby bye bye. the pointed man is smack dab in the middle of july, swingin' from the rafters in his brand new tie, he said i can't go back to that hotel room all they do is shout, but i'll stay wichew baby till the money runs out, so bye bye baby baby bye bye |
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from Tom Waits - Rain Dogs (1985)
Well it's 9th and Hennepin
And all the donuts have Names that sound like prostitutes And the moon's teeth marks are On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this And the broken umbrellas like Dead birds and the steam Comes out of the grill like The whole goddamned town is ready to blow. And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos And everyone is behaving like dogs. And the horses are coming down Violin Road And Dutch is dead on his feet And the rooms all smell like diesel And you take on the Dreams of the ones who have slept here. And I'm lost in the window I hide on the stairway I hang in the curtain I sleep in your hat And no one brings anything Small into a bar around here. They all started out with bad directions And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear, One for every year he's away she said, such A crumbling beauty, but there's Nothing wrong with her that $100 won't fix, she has that razor sadness That only gets worse With the clang and thunder of the Southern Pacific going by As the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet Till you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin And you spill out Over the side to anyone who'll listen And I've seen it All through the yellow windows Of the evening train. |
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from Tom Waits - Blood Money (2002)
Well, I always play Russian Roulette in my head
It's seventeen black or twenty-nine red How far from the gutter; how far from the pew I will always remember to forget about you A good man is hard to find Only strangers sleep in my bed My favorite words are: good-bye And my favorite color is red A long dead soldier looks out from the frame No one remembers his war; no one remembers his name Go out to the meadow; scare off all the crows It does nothing but rain here, and nothing will grow A good man is hard to find Only strangers sleep in my bed And my favorite words are: good-bye And my favorite color is... my favorite color is... my favorite color is red |
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from Tom Waits - Bone Machine (1992)
The Ice Man's mule is parked
Outside the bar Where a man with missing fingers Plays a strange guitar And the German dwarf Dances with the buthcer's son And a little rain never hurt no one And a little rain never hurt no one They're dancing on the roof ANd the ceiling's coming down I sleep with my shovel and my leather gloves A little trouble makes it wurth the going And a little rain never hurt no one The world is round And so I'll go around You must risk something that matters My hands are strong I'll take any man here If it's worth the going It's worth the ride She was 15 years old And never seen the ocean She climbed into a van With a vagabond And the last theing she said Was, "I love you mom." And a little rain Never hurt no one And a little rain Never hurt no one |
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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 - Used Songs (2001)
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 - 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 - Bone Machine (1992)
Well the time will come
When the wind will shout All stripped down All stripped down And all the sinners know What I'm talking about All stripped down All stripped down When all the creatures of the world Are gonna line up at the gate And you better be on time And you better not be late All stripped All stripped down Well you know in your heart What you gotta bring All stripped down All stripped down No big mink coat No diamond ring All stripped down All stripped down Well take off your paint Take off your rouge All stripped down All stripped down Let your backbone flip And let your spirit shine through I want you all stripped All stripped All stripped down All the men we got Well they're goin' down the drain All stripped down All stripped down And when I see your sadness On a river of shame All stripped down All stripped down You got to raise up Bot the quick and the dead All stripped down All stripped down With no shoes on your feet No hat on your head I want you all stripped down All stripped All stripped down Ain't nothin' in my heart But fire for you All stripped down All stripped down With my rainy hammer And a heart that's true I want you all stripped All stripped All stripped down |
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
> You're the tree
That you can't eat the fruit from I heard horse come to ride me away I want shade And a good place to shoot from If I's a clock I'd be the end of the day You know you're not the boss of me You can lift your skirt You can shake your hair But I got all the time in the world You're the ditch In the road where the wheels keep spinning You're the same dead cat Clawing it's way back grinning You know You got a very bad reputation And you're nine lives Way down the line I got a jacket to put on and a hat to wear I wouldn't waste a gallon on you out there And I got all the time in the world A bridge is only there for you to jump off of And there ain't no rain clouds that are blue I do declare my independence Baby I shot off all my fireworks for you The river's burning and the trees are on fire There's lots of good rubber left on these tires And I've got all the time in the world Baby you're the light that won't change that I got suck at You're the fan that won't work at the motel They were all out of red so I got me a blue one Baby you're always using mine why you get you one? I know you won't go very far You left your blonde wig in the car And I go all the time in the world |
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from Tom Waits - Blood Money (2002)
I fell into the ocean
When you became my wife I risked it all aganist the sea To have a better life Marie you're the wild blue sky And men do foolish things You turn kings into beggars And beggars into kings Pretend that you owe me nothing And all the world is green We can bring back the old days again And all the world is green The fase forgives the mirror The worm forgives the plow The questions begs the answer Can you forgive me somehow Maybe when our story's over We'll go where it's always spring The band is playing our song again And all the world is green Pretend that you owe me nothing And all the world is green We can bring back the old days again And all the world is green The moon is yellow silver Oh the things that summer brings It's a love you'd kill for And all the world is green He is balancing a diamond On a blade of grass The dew will settle on our grave(s) When all the world is green |
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
> He's an ol' altar boy
Lying out there in the street He's an ol' alter boy Bound up in leather and chains That's why I'm feeling so blue I'm an old altar boy What about you? Now, I can order in Latin Make 'em au gratin, Joe I'm an old altar boy That's why I'm so depressed I never got the rest of the dream Just the ritual Now I'm habitual Majoring in crimes that are unspeakable Cause I'm an old altar boy That's what happened to me. I'm an old altar boy He's hoping he can meet a woman dressed like a nun He knows there's got to be some around here Drinking across from the church A little Father Cribari wine On a Sunday morn' time. I'm an old altar boy. Why is he winking at this time in his life? He never took a wife, cause he's an old altar boy Oh, yeah... What about you? |
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from Tom Waits - Blood Money (2002)
Bougainvilleas bloom and wind
Be careful mind the strangle vines The rose is climbing over blind 'Cause the sun is on the other side The bees will find their honey The sweetest every time Around a red rose I see a red rose A red rose blooming on another man's vine Golden Willie's gone to war He left his young wife on the shore Will she be steadfast everyday? While Golden Willie is far away Along the way her letters end She never reads what Willie sends I see a red rose I smell a red rose A red rose blooming on another man's vine |
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from Tom Waits - Rain Dogs (1985)
My head is spinning round
My heart is in my shoes I went and set the Thames on fire Now I must come back down She's laughing in her sleeve at me I can feel it in my bones But anywhere, I'm gonna Lay my head, boys I will call my home. Well I see that The world is upside down My pockets were filled up with gold. Now the clouds have covered o'er And the wind is blowing cold I don't need anybody Because I learned to be alone And anywhere I lay my head, boys I will call my home. |
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
> The Whirligig Beetles are wary and fast with an organ to detect the ripples.
The Arachnid Moths lay their eggs inside other insects along the borders of fields or roads in clusters of white cocoons. The Ribbed Pine Borer is a longhorn beetle, their antenna's are half the length of their body and they feed on dead red pine. Robber Flies, with their immobile heads, inject a paralyzing fluid into their prey that they snatch from life in mid-air. The Snow Flea's mode of locomotion, strange and odd, with a spiny tail mechanism with hooks and a protracted tube from the abdomen to enable moisture absorption. The female Praying Mantis devours the male while they are mating. The male sometimes continues copulating even after the female has bitten off his head and part of his upper torso. Every night wasps bite into the stem of a plant, lock their mandibles into position, stretch out at right angles to the stem and, with legs dangling, they fall asleep. If one places a minute amount of liquor on a scorpion, it will instantly go mad and sting itself to death. The Bombardier Beetle, when disturbed, defends itself by emitting a series of explosions, sometimes setting off 4 or 5 reports in succession. The noises sound like miniature popgun blasts and are accompanied by a cloud of reddish coloured vile smelling fluid. It is commonly known that ants keep slaves. Certain species, the so-called Sanguinary Ants in particular, will raid the nests of other ant tribes and kill the queen and then kidnap many of the workers. The workers are brought back to the captor's hive where they are coerced into performing menial tasks. And as we discussed last semester, the Army Ants will leave nothing but your bones. Perhaps you've encountered some of these insects in your communities, displaying both their predatory and defense characteristics, while imbedded within the walls of flesh and passing for, what is most commonly recognized... as human |
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from Tom Waits - Real Gone (2004)
Well I stood on the corner
Until my feet got wet I stood by the faucet Till the sink filled up I stood by the window Until the moon came up My baby's bought a ticket Long as my clothes line Na na na na, na-na-na Na na na na My baby went and left me in a '49 Ford Going down the highway in a 49 sword My baby ripped my heart out with every turn of the moon Somebody told me theres never been a rose without a thorn Na na na na, na-na-na Na na na Well I'm just another sad guest on this dark earth And if I was a tree I'd be a cut down tree And if I was a bed I'd be an unmade bed I'll get my 32/20 and it'll have to do Na na na na, na-na-na Na na na na Gone like the wind in the meadow And the rain on the hill You even left your lipstick And your powder and your blush Baby gonna leave me on a Grey Hound bus The stars are melting all across the sky Na na na na, na-na-na Na na na na I let the dog out But he didnt come back Stood on the corner until my feet got wet Baby leave me in a '49 Ford I stood by the window untill the moon came up Na na na na, na-na-na Na na na na |
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from Tom Waits - Bad As Me [single] (2011)
You're the head on the spear
You're the nail on the cross You're the fly in my beer You're the key that got lost You're the letter from Jesus on the bathroom wall You're mother superior in only a bra You're the same kind of bad as me I'm the hat on the bed I'm the coffee instead The fish or cut bait I'm the detective up late I'm the blood on the floor The thunder and the roar The boat that won't sink I just won't sleep a wink You're the same kind of bad as me No good you say Well that's good enough for me You're the wreath that caught fire You're the preach to the choir You bite down on the sheet But your teeth have been wired You skid in the rain You're trying to shift You're grinding the gears You're trying to shift And you're the same kind of bad as me They told me you were no good I know you'll take care of all my needs You're the same kind of bad as me I'm the mattress in the back I'm the old gunnysack I'm the one with the gun Most likely to run I'm the car in the weeds If you cut me I'll bleed You're the same kind of bad as me You're the same kind of bad as me |
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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 - 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 - Nighthawks At The Diner (1975)
Oh it's just kind of little anthem here
All my friends are married Every Tom and Dick and Harry You must be strong to go it alone Here's to the bachelors and the Bowery bums And those who feel that they're the ones Who are better off without a wife I been sleepin' until the crack of noon Midnight howlin' at the moon Goin' out when I want to, and I'm comin' home when I please I don't have to ask permission if I want to go out fishing And I never have to ask for the keys I never been no Valentino But I had a girl who lived in Reno Left me for a trumpet player didn't get me down He was wanted for assault Though he said it weren't his fault You know the coppers rode him right out of town I been sleepin' until the crack of noon Midnight howlin' at the moon Goin' out when I want to, comin' home when I please Don't have to ask permission if I want to go out fishing Never have to ask for the keys They say I'm kind of selfish about my privacy Now as long as I can be with me We get along so well I can't believe I love to chew the fat with folks I have been listenin' to all your dirty jokes I'm so thankful for these friends I do receive I been sleepin' until the crack of noon Midnight howlin' at the moon Goin' out when I want to, comin' home when I please Don't have to ask permission if I want to go out fishing Never have to ask for the keys, no Yeah, I got this girl, I know man this She been married several times I don't want to end up like her I mean she been married so many times She got bright sparks all over her face Yeah you know the kind |
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from Step Right Up Tom Waits Tribute [omnibus] (2004)
All my friends are married
Every Tom and Dick and Harry You must be strong if you're to go it alone Here's to the bachelors and bowery bums All that feel that they're the ones That are better off without a wife I like to sleep until the crack of noon Midnight howlin' at the moon Goin' out when I want to and I come home when I please Don't need to ask permission If I wanna go out fishin' Never have to ask for the keys I've never been no Valentino But I had a girl who lived in Reno Left me for a trumpet player, didn't let it get me down He was wanted for assault Though he said it weren't his fault You know the coppers rode him right out of town I like sleepin' to the crack of noon Midnight howlin' at the moon Goin' out when I want to and I come home when I please Don't need to ask permission If I wanna go out fishin' Never have to ask for the keys I've been sleepin' to the crack of noon Midnight howlin' at the moon Goin' out when I want to, comin' home when I please Don't need to ask permission If I wanna go out fishin' Never have to ask for the keys So I'm selfish 'bout my privacy But as long as I can be with me We get along so very well I can't believe it I love to chew the fat with folks I've been listening to all your dirty jokes And I'm thankful for these friends I do receive I been sleepin' to the crack of noon Midnight howlin' at the moon Goin' out when I want to, comin' home when I please I don't need to ask permission If I wanna go out fishin' Never have to ask for the keys Here's to the bachelors and bowery bums Those that feel that they're the ones That are better off without a wife |
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from Tom Waits - Mule Variations (1999)
I got the style but not the grace
I got the clothes but not the face I got the bread but not the butter I got the winda but not the shutter But I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan But heh I'm big in Japan I got the house but not the deed I got the horn but not the reed I got the cards but not the luck I got the wheel but not the truck But heh I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I got the moon I got the cheese I got the whole damn nation On its knees I got the rooster I got the crow I got the ebb I got the flow I got the powder but not the gun I got the dog but not the bun I got the clouds but not the sky I got the stripes but not the tie But heh I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan Heh ho they love the way I do it Heh ho there's really nothing to it I got the moon I got the cheese I got the whole damn nation on their knees I got the rooster I got the crow I got the ebb I got the flow I got the sizzle but not the steak I got the boat but not the lake I got the sheets but not the bed I got the jam but not the bread But heh I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan, I'm big in Japan |
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from Tom Waits - Nighthawks At The Diner (1975)
Well you see I happened to be back on the east coast
A few years back tryin' to make me a buck Like everybody else, well you know Times get hard and well I got down on my luck And I got tired of just roamin' and bummin' Around, so I started thumbin' my way Back to my old hometown You know I made quite a few miles In the first couple of days, and I Figured I'd be home in a week if my Luck held out this way But you know it was the third night I got stranded, it was out at a cold lonely Crossroads, and as the rain came Pouring down, I was hungry, tired Freezin', caught myself a chill, but It was just about that time that The lights of an old semi topped the hill You should of seen me smile when I Heard them air brakes come on, and I climbed up in that cab where I Knew it'd be warm at the wheel Well at the wheel sat a big man I'd have to say he must of weighed 210 The way he stuck out a big hand and Said with a grin "Big Joe's the name And this here rig's called Phantom 309" Well I asked him why he called his Rig such a name, but he just turned to me And said "Why son don't you know this here Rig'll be puttin' 'em all to shame, why There ain't a driver on this Or any other line for that matter That's seen nothin' but the taillights of Big Joe And Phantom 309" So we rode and talked the better part of the night And I told my stories and Joe told his and I smoked up all his Viceroys as we rolled along He pushed her ahead with 10 forward gears Man that dashboard was lit like the old Madam La Rue pinball, a serious semi truck Until almost mysteriously, well it was the Lights of a truck stop that rolled into sight Joe turned to me and said "I'm sorry son But I'm afraid this is just as far as you go You see I kinda gotta be makin' a turn Just up the road a piece," but I'll be Damned if he didn't throw me a dime as he Threw her in low and said "Go on in there Son, and get yourself a hot cup of coffee On Big Joe" And when Joe and his rig pulled off into The night, man in nothing flat they was Clean outta sight So I walked into the old stop and Ordered me up a cup of mud sayin' "Big Joe's settin' this dude up" but It got so deathly quiet in that Place, you could of heard a pin drop As the waiter's face turned kinda Pale, I said "What's the matter did I say somethin' wrong?" I kinda Said with 8a half way grin. He said "No son, you see It'll happen every Now and then. You see every driver in Here knows Big Joe, but let me Tell you what happened just ten years Ago, yea it was ten years ago Out there at that cold lonely crossroads Where you flagged Joe down, and There was a whole bus load of kids And they were just comin' from school And they were right in the middle when Joe topped the hill, and could Have been slaughtered except Joe turned his wheels, and He jackknifed, and went Into a skid, and folks around here Say he gave his life to save that bunch Of kids, and out there at that cold Lonely crossroads, well they say it Was the end of the line for Big Joe and Phantom 309, but it's Funny you know, cause every now and then Yea every now and then, when the Moon's holdin' water, they say old Joe Will stop and give you a ride, and Just like you, some hitchhiker will be Comin' by" "So here son," he said to me, "get Yourself another cup of coffee, it's on the House, you see I want you to hang on To that dime, yea you hang on to that Dime as a kind of souvenir, a Souvenir of Big Joe and Phantom 309" |
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from Tom Waits - Mule Variations (1999)
She lives in a house
That's way back off the road There's a man with a lantern And he carries her soul A coal stove and a bed A skillet and a hound She drove a camel through A needle In this sinking board walk town She's my Black Market Baby She's my Black Market Baby She's a diamond that Wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal I swang out wide with her On hells iron gate Anything that you wanted You could have My eyes say their prayers to her Sailors ring her bell Like a moth mistakes a light bulb For the moon and goes to hell She's my Black Market Baby She's my Black Market Baby She's a diamond that Wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal There's no prayer like desire There's amnesia in her kiss She's a swan and a pistol And she will follow you like this In Moverly, Missouri at the Iroquois Hotel She checked in with the President And she ran up quite a Bill (Chorus) She's whiskey in a teacup She gives blondes a lousy name She's a Bonzai Aphrodite And a ticket back to Spain She's a hard way to go And there ain't no way To stop Every time you play the red The black is coming up She's my Black Market baby She's my Black Market baby She's a diamond that Wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal |
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from Tom Waits - Bone Machine (1992)
Take an eye for an eye
Take a tooth for a tooth Just like they say in the Bible Never leave a trace or forget a face Of any man at the table When the moon is a cold chiseled dagger Sharp enough to draw blood from a stone He rides through your dreams on a coach And horses and the fence posts In the midnight look like bones Well they've stopped trying to hold him With mortar, stone and chain He broke out of every prison Boots mount the staircase The door is flung back open He's not there for he has risen He's not there for he has risen Well he once killed a man with a guitar string He's been seen at the table with kings Well he once saved a baby from drowning There are those who say beneath his coat there are wings Some say they fear him Others admire him Because he steals his promise One look in his eye Everyone denies Ever having met him Ever having met him He can turn himself into a stranger Wel lthey broke a lot of canes on his hide he was born away in a cornfield A fever beats in his head like a drum inside Some say they fear him Others admire him Because he steals his promise One look in his eye Everyone denies Ever having met him Ever having met him |
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from Tom Waits - Rain Dogs (1985)
Now you’re gone
It’s hotels and whiskey and sad-luck dames And I don’t care if they miss me, I never remember their names They say if you get far enough away, You’ll be on your way back home Well, I’m at the station, and I can’t get on the train Must be blind love, Only kind of love is stone blind love Blind love The only kind of love is stone blind love With your blind love Oh it’s blind love, stone blind love It’s your stone blind love Now the street’s turning blue The dogs are barking and the night has come And there’s tears that are falling from your blue eyes now I wonder where you are and I whisper your name The only way to find you is if I close my eyes Find you with my blind love The only kind of love is stone blind love The only kind of love is stone blind love The only kind of love is stone blind love With your blind love Oh, your blind love Your stone blind love It’s your blind love the only kind of love is stone blind love Stone blind love the only kind of love is stone blind love With your blind love The only kind of love is stone blind love Stone blind love, stone blind love |
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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 - 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 - Used Songs (2001)
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 Asylum Years (2005)
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 - Orphans (2007)
Books of Moses, bringing stone news
Wet in the water, weeping in the sun Books of Moses, got some splinters didn't you Books of Moses, brought me right here back to you Flaming heart, ain't it sweet Lighting the world at your feet Books of Moses, myth and truth Books of Moses, bring me back to you Hero's welcome, there stands your king Where the serpent shudders and the angels sing Books of Moses, happening again Yes he knows us Well welcome him, your friend Books of Moses, bringing stone news Wet is the water, blood covering the sun Books of Moses, myth and truth Books of Moses, bring me back to you |
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
My Daddy told me, lookin back
The best friend you'll have is a railroad track So when I was 13 I said, I'm rollin' my own, And I'm leaving Missouri and I'm never coming home And I'm lost And I'm lost I'm lost at the bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the Bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world Satchel puddin' and Lord God Mose Sittin' by the fire with a busted nose That fresh egg yeller is too damn rare But the white part is perfect for slickin' down your hair And I'm lost And I'm lost I'm lost at the bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the Bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world Blackjack Ruby and Nimrod Cain The moon's the color of a coffee stain Jesse Franks and Birdy Joe Hoax But who is the king of all of these folks? And I'm lost And I'm lost I'm lost at the bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the Bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world Well I dined last night with Scarface Ron On Telapia fish cakes and fried black swan Razorweed onion and peacock squirrel And I dreamed all night about a beautiful girl And I'm lost And I'm lost I'm lost at the bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the Bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world Well God's green hair is where I slept last He balanced a diamond on a blade of grass Now I woke me up with a cardinal bird And when I wanna talk he hangs on every word And I'm lost And I'm lost I'm lost at the bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the Bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world |
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from Tom Waits - New Coat Of Paint/ Songs Of Tom Waits (2001)
Broken bicycles,
Old busted chains, With busted handle bars Out in the rain. Somebody must Have an orphanage for All these things that nobody Wants any more September's reminding July It's time to be saying good-bye. Summer is gone, Our love will remain. Like old broken bicycles Out in the rain. Broken Bicycles, Don't tell my folks; There's all those playing cards Pinned to the spokes, Laid down like skeletons out on the lawn. The wheels won't turn When the other has gone. The seasons can turn on a dime, Somehow I forget every time; For all the things that you've given me Will always stay Broken, but I'll never throw them away |
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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 - Used Songs (2001)
Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue
Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town Took the one eyed Jacks across the railroad tracks And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through Hes a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave But the copsd never think to look in Burma-Shave And the road was like a ribbon, and the moon was like a bone He didnt seem to be like any guy shed ever known He kind of looked like Farley Granger, with his hair slicked back She says Im a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat. How far are you going? Said Depends on what you mean He says Im only stopping here to get some gasoline I guess Im going thataway, just as long as its paved And I guess youd say Im on my way to Burma-Shave And with her knees up on the glove compartment She took out her barrettes, and her hair spilled out like rootbeer And she popped her gum and arched her back Hell, Marysville aint nothing but a wide spot in the road Some nights my heart pounds like thunder Dont know why it dont explode Cause everyone in this stinking towns got one foot in the grave And Id rather take my chances out in Burma-Shave Presleys what I go by, why dont you change the stations Count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror She said, Mister, anywhere you point this thing It got to beat the hell out of the sting Of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin And so drill me a hole with a barber pole And Im jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight Why dont you have another swig, and pass that car if youre so brave I wanna get there fore the sun comes up in Burma-Shave And the spider web crack and the mustang screamed The smoke from the tires and the twisted machine Just a nickels worth of dreams, and every wishbone that they saved Lie swindled from them on the way to Burma-Shave And the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow Up against the car door on the shotgun side And when they pulled her from the wreck You know, she still had on her shades They say that dreams are growing wild just this side of Burma-Shave |
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from Tom Waits - The Asylum Years (2005)
Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue
Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town Took the one eyed Jacks across the railroad tracks And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through Hes a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave But the copsd never think to look in Burma-Shave And the road was like a ribbon, and the moon was like a bone He didnt seem to be like any guy shed ever known He kind of looked like Farley Granger, with his hair slicked back She says Im a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat. How far are you going? Said Depends on what you mean He says Im only stopping here to get some gasoline I guess Im going thataway, just as long as its paved And I guess youd say Im on my way to Burma-Shave And with her knees up on the glove compartment She took out her barrettes, and her hair spilled out like rootbeer And she popped her gum and arched her back Hell, Marysville aint nothing but a wide spot in the road Some nights my heart pounds like thunder Dont know why it dont explode Cause everyone in this stinking towns got one foot in the grave And Id rather take my chances out in Burma-Shave Presleys what I go by, why dont you change the stations Count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror She said, Mister, anywhere you point this thing It got to beat the hell out of the sting Of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin And so drill me a hole with a barber pole And Im jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight Why dont you have another swig, and pass that car if youre so brave I wanna get there fore the sun comes up in Burma-Shave And the spider web crack and the mustang screamed The smoke from the tires and the twisted machine Just a nickels worth of dreams, and every wishbone that they saved Lie swindled from them on the way to Burma-Shave And the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow Up against the car door on the shotgun side And when they pulled her from the wreck You know, she still had on her shades They say that dreams are growing wild just this side of Burma-Shave |
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
I stood on the roof, stood toward dark
To get a better look at the Fledderjons' lawn Big sharp pistols, ammo too Nothing but books about World War II Rottweiler, Dobermann, a Pinkerton guard I ain't allowed in Buzz Fledderjon's yard I ain't allowed No, I ain't allowed I said, I ain't allowed in Buzz Fledderjon's yard I seen a python swallowing a Dobermann whole Piranhas swimming in a mixing bowl Buzz Fledderjon Paper's full of stabbings, the sky's full of crows She's singing in Italian while she's hanging out her clothes Carp in the bathtub and it's raining real hard I ain't allowed in Buzz Fledderjon's yard I said that I ain't allowed No, I ain't allowed No, I ain't allowed in Buzz Fledderjon's yard. Well, the sailor's ringing doorbells, the sinner's in the pew Weathervane's squeaking to the west I seen the cliffs of Dover and the deepest ocean blue One thing in the world I can't recommend to you Because I ain't allowed I said, I ain't allowed No, I ain't allowed in Buzz Fledderjon's yard I said, I ain't allowed No, I ain't allowed I ain't allowed in Buzz Fledderjon's yard I ain't allowed I ain't allowed I said, I ain't allowed in Buzz Fledderjon's yard |
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from Tom Waits - Rain Dogs (1985)
Uncle Vernon
Uncle Vernon Independent as a Hog on ice Hi's a big shot down there At the slaughterhouse He plays accordion For Mr.Weiss Uncle Biltmore and Uncle William Made a Million during World War II But they're tightwads And they're Cheap skates And they'll never Give a dime to you Auntie Mame Has gone Inside She lives in The doorway of an old hotel And the Radio's playing opera and All she ever says Is go to Hell. Uncle Violet Flew as a pilot He said there Ain't no pretty Girls in France Now he runs a Tidy little Bookie joint they say He never Keeps it in his pants Uncle Bill Will never leave a will And the tumor is as Big as an egg He has a mistress She's Puerto Rican And i heard she has A wooden leg. Uncle Phil Can't live without his pills He has emphysema and He's almost blind And we must find out Where the money is Get it now Before he loses his min Repeat First Verse |
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
> Once upon a time there was a poor child,
with no father and no mother And everything was dead And no one was left in the whole world Everything was dead And the child went on search, day and night And since nobody was left on the earth, he wanted to go up into the heavens And the moon was looking at him so friendly And when he finally got to the moon, the moon was a piece of rotten wood And then he went to the sun And when he got there, the sun was a wilted sunflower And when he got to the stars, they were little golden flies. Stuck up there, like the shrike sticks 'em on a blackthorn And when he wanted to go back, down to earth, the earth was an overturned piss pot And he was all alone, and he sat down and he cried And he is there till this day All alone: Okay, there's your story! Night-night! |
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from Tom Waits - Mule Variations (1999)
Don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on my knees to pray Don't memorize the books of the Bible I got my own special way Bit I know Jesus loves me Maybe just a little bit more I fall on my knees every Sunday At Zerelda Lee's candy store Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus Make me feel good inside Got to be a chocolate Jesus Keep me satisfied Well I don't want no Anna Zabba Don't want no Almond Joy There ain't nothing better Suitable for this boy Well it's the only thing That can pick me up Better than a cup of gold See only a chocolate Jesus Can satisfy my soul (Solo) When the weather gets rough And it's whiskey in the shade It's best to wrap your savior Up in cellophane He flows like the big muddy But that's ok Pour him over ice cream For a nice parfait Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus Good enough for me Got to be a chocolate Jesus Good enough for me Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus Make me feel good inside Got to be a chocolate Jesus Keep me satisfied |
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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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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 - Used Songs (2001)
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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Hey Charlie I'm pregnant
and living on the 9th Street right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue And I stopped takin dope And I quit drinkin 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 night. And hey Charlie 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 Now how do you like that? Hey Charlie 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 to Minneapolis This time I think I'm gonna stay. Hey Charlie 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 Charlie for Christsakes 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 Charlie, hey I'll be eligible for parole come Valentine's Day |
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from Tom Waits - Real Gone (2004)
We put up our tent on a dark
green knoll, outside of town by the train tracks and a seagull dump Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel and her 'Marvellous Pigs In Satin' We pounded our stakes in the ground All powder brown And the branches spread like scary fingers reaching We were in a pasture outside Kankakee And One Eyed Myra, the queen of the galley who trained the ostrich and the camels She looked at me squinty with her one good eye in a Roy Orbison T-shirt as she bottle fed an orangutan named Tripod And then there was Yodeling Elaine the queen of the air who wore a dollar sign medallion and she had a tiny bubble of spittle around her nostril and a little rusty tear, for she had lassoed and lost another tipsy sailor And over in the burnt yellow tent by the frozen tractor, the music was like electric sugar And Zuzu Bolin played 'Stavin' Chain' and Mighty Tiny on the saw and he threw his head back with a mouth full of gold teeth And they played 'Lopsided heart' And 'Moon over Dog Street' And by the time they played 'Moanin Low' I was soakin' wet and wild eyed And Doctor Bliss slipped me a preparation and I fell asleep with 'Livery Stable Blues' in my ear And me and Molley Hoey drank Pruno and Koolaid and she had a tattoo gun made out of a cassette motor and a guitar string and she soaked a hanky in 3 Roses and rubbed it on the spot and drew a rickety heart and a bent arrow and it hurt like hell And Funeral Wells spun Poodle Murphy on the target as he threw his hardware, Only once in Sheboygan did he miss at a matinee on Diamond Pier and she'd never let him forget it They were doing two shows and she had a high fever and he took off a piece of her ear and Tip Little told her she should leave the bum but Poodle said, "He fetched me last time I run." But I'd like to hammer this ring into a bullet And I wish I had some whiskey and a gun my dear And I wish I had some whiskey and a gun my dear |
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from Tom Waits - Rain Dogs (1985)
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)
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 - 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 - 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 - Mule Variations (1999)
Well I woke up this morning
With the cold water With the cold water With the cold water Woke up this morning With the cold water With the cold water With the cold Police at the station And they don't look friendly Well they don't look friendly Well they don't look friendly Police at the station And they don't look friendly They don't look friendly well They don't Blind or crippled Sharp or dull I'm reading the Bible By a 40 watt bulb What price freedom Dirt is my rug Well I sleep like a baby With the snakes and the bugs Well the stores are open But I ain't got no money I ain't got no money Stores are open but I Ain't got no money Ain't got no money Well I ain't Found an old dog And he seems to like me Seems to like me Well he seems to like me Found an old dog and he Seems to like me Seems to like me Well he seems Seen them fellows with the card board signs Scrapin up a little $ To buy a bottle of wine Pregnant women and The Vietnam vets I say Beggin on the freeway Bout as hard as it gets Well I slept in the graveyard It was cool and still Cool and still It was cool and still Slept in the graveyard It was cool and still Cool and still and it Was cool Slept all night in the Cedar grove I was born to ramble Born to rove Some men are searchin for the Holy Grail But there ain't nothin sweeter Than ridin the rails I love 47 but I'm 24 Well they shooed me away From here the time before Turned there their backs And they locked their doors I'm watching T.V. in The window of a furniture store Well I woke up this morning With the cold water With the cold water With the cold water Woke up this morning With the cold water With the cold water With the cold |
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from Tom Waits - Mule Variations (1999)
Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked Come on up to the house The only things that you can see Is all that you lack Come on up to the house All your cryin don't do no good Come on up to the house Come down off the cross We can use the wood Come on up to the house Come on up to the house Come on up to the house The world is not my home I'm just a passin thru Come on up to the house There's no light in the tunnel No irons in the fire Come on up to the house And your singin lead soprano In a junkman's choir You gotta come on up to the house Does life seem nasty, brutish and short Come on up to the house The seas are stormy And you can't find no port Come on up to the house There's nothin in the world (Chorus) there's nothin in the world that you can do you gotta come on up to the house and you been whipped by the forces that are inside you come on up to the house well you're high on top of your mountain of woe come on up to the house well you know you should surrender but you can't let go you gotta come on up to the house (Chorus) |
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from Tom Waits - Blood Money (2002)
Every night she cames
To take me out to dreamland When I'm with her, I'm the richest Man in the town She's a rose, she's the pearl She's the spin on my world All the stars make their wishes on her eyes She's my Coney Island Baby She's my Coney Island Girl She's a princess, in a red dress She's the moon in the mist to me She's my Coney Island Baby She's my Coney Island Girl |
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
Danny says we gotta go
Gotta go to Idaho But we can't go surfin' Cause it's twenty below Sound check's at 5:02 Record stores and interviews Oh, but I can't wait To be with you tomorrow Baby Oho-ho-ho, we got nowhere to go And it may sound funny, but it's true Hangin' out in 100 B Watching 'Get Smart' on TV Thinkin' about You and me and you and me Hangin' out in L.A. And there's nowhere to go It ain't Christmas if there ain't no snow Listening to Sheena on the radio Oh-ho oh-ho |
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from Tom Waits - Real Gone (2004)
I got your letter today
and I miss you all so much here I cant wait to see you all and Im counting the days here I still believe that theres gold at the end of the world And Ill come home to Illinois on the day after tomorrow It is so hard and it's cold here and Im tired of taking orders And I miss old Rockford town up by the Wisconsin border What I miss, you won't believe shoveling snow and raking leaves And my plane will touch down on the day after tomorrow I close my eyes every nite and I dream that I can hold you They fill us full of lies, everyone buys 'bout what it means to be a soldier I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel 'bout all the blood that's been spilled Will god on this throne get me back home on the day after tomorrow You can't deny, the other side Don't want to die anymore then we do What I'm trying to say is don't they pray to the same god that we do? And tell me how does god choose whose prayers does he refuse? Who turns the wheel Who throws the dice on the day after tomorrow I'm not fighting, for justice I am not fighting, for freedom I am fighting, for my life and another day in the world here I just do what I've been told We're just the gravel on the road And only the lucky ones come home on the day after tomorrow And the summer, it too will fade and with it brings the winter's frost dear And I know we too are made of all the things that we have lost here I'll be 21 today I been saving all my pay And my plane will touch down on the day after tomorrow And my plane it will touch down on the day after tomorrow |
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from Body Of War: Songs That Inspired An Iraq War Veteran [best, ost] (2008)
I got your letter today
and I miss you all so much here I cant wait to see you all and Im counting the days here I still believe that theres gold at the end of the world And Ill come home to Illinois on the day after tomorrow It is so hard and it's cold here and Im tired of taking orders And I miss old Rockford town up by the Wisconsin border What I miss, you won't believe shoveling snow and raking leaves And my plane will touch down on the day after tomorrow I close my eyes every nite and I dream that I can hold you They fill us full of lies, everyone buys 'bout what it means to be a soldier I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel 'bout all the blood that's been spilled Will god on this throne get me back home on the day after tomorrow You can't deny, the other side Don't want to die anymore then we do What I'm trying to say is don't they pray to the same god that we do? And tell me how does god choose whose prayers does he refuse? Who turns the wheel Who throws the dice on the day after tomorrow I'm not fighting, for justice I am not fighting, for freedom I am fighting, for my life and another day in the world here I just do what I've been told We're just the gravel on the road And only the lucky ones come home on the day after tomorrow And the summer, it too will fade and with it brings the winter's frost dear And I know we too are made of all the things that we have lost here I'll be 21 today I been saving all my pay And my plane will touch down on the day after tomorrow And my plane it will touch down on the day after tomorrow |
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from Tom Waits - Real Gone (2004)
She was a middle class girl
She was in over her head She thought she would stand up in the deep end He had a bullet proof smile He had money to burn She thought she had the moon in her pocket But now she's dead She's so dead Forever dead and lovely now I've always been told to remember this: Don't let a fool kiss you Never marry for love He was hard to impress He knew everyone's secrets He wore her on his arm Just like jewelry He never gave but he got He kept her on a leash He's not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at But now she's dead Forever dead Forever dead and lovely now Come closer, look deeper You've fallen fast Just like a plane on a stormy sea She made up someone to be She made up somewhere to be from This is one business in the world where that's no problem at all Everything that is left They will only plow under Soon every one you know will be gone And now she's dead Forever dead Forever dead and lovely now Now she's dead Forever dead Forever dead and lovely now I've always been told to remember this: Don't let a kiss fool you Never marry for love Everything has its price Everything has its place What's more romantic then dying in the moonlight? Now they're all watching the sea What's lost can never be broken Her roots were sweet but they were so shallow And now she's dead Forever dead Forever dead and lovely now And now she's dead Forever dead And she's so dead and lovely now |
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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 - Live In Concert [live] (2009)
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 - Rain Dogs (1985)
Broken glass, rusty nails, where the wild violets grow
Say goodbye to the railroad, the mad dogs of summer And everything that I know What some men will do here for diamonds What some men will do here for gold They’re wounded but they just keep on climbing And sleep by the side of the road There’s a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb Mad as a hatter, you’re thin as a dime Go out to the meadow, the hills are a-green Sing me a rainbow, steal me a dream Small-time Napoleon’s shattered his knees But he stays in the saddle for Rose And all his disciples, they shave in the gutter And they gather what’s left of his clothes What some men will do here for diamonds What some men will do here for gold They’re wounded but they just keep on climbing And sleep by the side of the road |
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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 Early Years Vol.2 (2001)
Diamonds on my windshield
Tears from heaven Pullin' in town on the Interstate Pullin' a steel train in the rain Wind bites my cheek Through the wing Fast flyin' freeway drive It always makes me sing Duster tryin' to change my tune Pullin' up fast on the right Rollin' restlessly Twenty-four hour moon Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head Wishin' he's home in a Wiscosin bed Fifteen feet of snow in the East Colder than a well digger's ass And oceanside it ends the ride San Clemente comin' up Sunday desperadoes slip by Check station close and you cruise by with a dry back Orange drive-in the neon billin' Theater's fillin' to the brim Slave girls and hot spurn Bucket full of sin Metropolitan area Interchange and connections Fly-by-nights from riverside Black and white planes out of state, runnin' a little late Sailors jockey for the fast lane One O one don't miss it Rollin' hills and concrete fields Broken line on your mind The eights go east and the fives go north And the merging nexus back and forth You see your sign, you cross the line Signal with a blink Radio's gone off the air and it gives you time to think Ease it out and you creep across In a section lights froze out Hear the rumble as you fumble for a cigarette Blazin' through this neon jungle Remember someone that you met And one more block, the engine talks in whispers,"Home at last" Whispers, whispers, whispers, "Home at last, home at last" |
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from Tom Waits - The Asylum Years (2005)
Diamonds on my windshield
Tears from heaven Pullin' in town on the Interstate Pullin' a steel train in the rain Wind bites my cheek Through the wing Fast flyin' freeway drive It always makes me sing Duster tryin' to change my tune Pullin' up fast on the right Rollin' restlessly Twenty-four hour moon Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head Wishin' he's home in a Wiscosin bed Fifteen feet of snow in the East Colder than a well digger's ass And oceanside it ends the ride San Clemente comin' up Sunday desperadoes slip by Check station close and you cruise by with a dry back Orange drive-in the neon billin' Theater's fillin' to the brim Slave girls and hot spurn Bucket full of sin Metropolitan area Interchange and connections Fly-by-nights from riverside Black and white planes out of state, runnin' a little late Sailors jockey for the fast lane One O one don't miss it Rollin' hills and concrete fields Broken line on your mind The eights go east and the fives go north And the merging nexus back and forth You see your sign, you cross the line Signal with a blink Radio's gone off the air and it gives you time to think Ease it out and you creep across In a section lights froze out Hear the rumble as you fumble for a cigarette Blazin' through this neon jungle Remember someone that you met And one more block, the engine talks in whispers,"Home at last" Whispers, whispers, whispers, "Home at last, home at last" |
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from Tom Waits - Live In Concert [live] (2009)
Diamonds on my windshield
Tears from heaven Pullin' in town on the Interstate Pullin' a steel train in the rain Wind bites my cheek Through the wing Fast flyin' freeway drive It always makes me sing Duster tryin' to change my tune Pullin' up fast on the right Rollin' restlessly Twenty-four hour moon Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head Wishin' he's home in a Wiscosin bed Fifteen feet of snow in the East Colder than a well digger's ass And oceanside it ends the ride San Clemente comin' up Sunday desperadoes slip by Check station close and you cruise by with a dry back Orange drive-in the neon billin' Theater's fillin' to the brim Slave girls and hot spurn Bucket full of sin Metropolitan area Interchange and connections Fly-by-nights from riverside Black and white planes out of state, runnin' a little late Sailors jockey for the fast lane One O one don't miss it Rollin' hills and concrete fields Broken line on your mind The eights go east and the fives go north And the merging nexus back and forth You see your sign, you cross the line Signal with a blink Radio's gone off the air and it gives you time to think Ease it out and you creep across In a section lights froze out Hear the rumble as you fumble for a cigarette Blazin' through this neon jungle Remember someone that you met And one more block, the engine talks in whispers,"Home at last" Whispers, whispers, whispers, "Home at last, home at last" |
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
Oh mother I want a dog
I want a little dog I saw a little dog His name is happy Well this is me Don't get close to me now I could be a shopkeeper We'll call 'em She 'bout six foot four Now she's a wrecking-ball Back over here together She brought the bad weather with her She got me coming through the dog door She got me coming through the dog door Got me a pitchfork Oh step-ladders You oughta walk away Well you can't, but you oughta Climb the brick up to the stairs She got long black hair But don't sit there He let me keep the... chair She got me coming through the dog door She got me coming through the dog door Pitchfork (pitchfork) Crowbar (crowbar) Clawhammer (clawhammer) Hot tar (hot tar) She got me through her middle name But she can make it rain She's a small town jail And she's starving in the belly of the whale She got me coming through the dog door She got me coming through the dog door Pitchfork (pitchfork) Crowbar (crowbar) Clawhammer (clawhammer) Hot tar (hot tar) |
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
> There's a place I know where the train goes slow
Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb There's a river by the trestle down by sinner's grove Down where the willow and the dogwood grow You can hear the whistle, you can hear the bell From the halls of heaven to the gates of hell And there's room for the forsaken if you're there on time You'll be washed of all your sins and all of your crimes If you're down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train goes slow There's a golden moon that shines up through the mist And I know that your name can be on that list There's no eye for an eye, there's no tooth for a tooth I saw Judas Iscariot carrying John Wilkes Booth He was down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train He was down there where the train goes slow If you've lost all your hope, if you've lost all your faith I know you can be cared for and I know you can be safe And all the shamefuls and all of the whores And even the soldier who pierced the side of the Lord Is down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train goes slow Well, I've never asked forgiveness and I've never said a prayer Never given of myself, never truly cared I've left the ones who loved me and I'm still raising Cain I've taken the low road and if you've done the same Meet me down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train goes slow Meet me down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train goes slow |
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from Tom Waits - Swordfishtrombines (1983)
He went down down down
and the devil called him by name he went down down down hangin' onto the back of a train he went down down down this boy went solid down always chewed tobacco and the bathtub gin always chewed tobacco and the bathtub gin he went down down down this boy went solid down he went down Well he went down down down and the jumped on his head he went down down down stayin' in a broken down shed he went down down down sleepin' in the devil's bed he went down down down never listened to the words I said he went down down down down he went down Well he went down down down and the devil said where you been he went down down down he screamin' down around the bend down down down this boy went solid down He was always cheatin' and he always told lies he was always cheatin' and he always told lies he went down down down down down down this boy went solid down he went down |
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from Tom Waits - Heartattack And VIne (1980)
red pants and the sugarman in, the temple street gloom, drinkin' chivas
regal in a four dollar room, just another dead soldier in a powder blue night, sugarman says baby everything's alright, goin' downtown down downtown. montclaire de havelin doin' the st. vitus dance, lookin' for someone to chop the lumber in his pants, how am i gonna unload all of this ice and all this mink, all the traffic in the street but it's so hard to think, goin' downtown down downtown. frankie's wearin' lipstick pierre cardin, i swear to god i seen him holdin' hands with jimmy bond, sally's high on crank and hungry for some sweets, she's fem in the sheets but she's butch in the streets, goin' downtown down downtown. it's the cool of the evening the sun's goin' down, i want to hold you in my arms i want to push you around, i want to break your bottle and spill out all your charms, come on baby we'll set off all the burglar alarms, goin' downtown down downtown. red pants and the sugarman in the temple, drinkin' chivas regal in a four dollar room, just another dead soldier in a powder blue night, red pants turns to sugarman and says everything's alright, goin' downtown down downtown. |
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Subject : Tom Waits - Closing Time
