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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
Fairy tales can come true
It can happen to you If you're young at heart For it's hard, you will find To be narrow mind And young at heart You can go to extremes With impossible schemes You can laugh when your dreams Fall apart at the seams And life gets more exciting With each passing day Love is either in your heart Or on display Don't you know it's worth Every treasure on earth To be young at heart And as rich as you are It's much better by far To be young at heart And if you should survive To a hundred and five Think of all you'll derive Of being alive And this is the best part You'll have a headstart If you're among the very young at heart Don't you know that it's worth Every treasure on Earth To be young at heart As rich as you are It's much better by far To be young at heart And if you should survive To a hundred and five Think of all you'll derive Of being alive This is the best part You'll have a head start If you are among the very young at heart If you are among the very young at heart |
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
You can never hold back spring
-Tom waits- You can never hold back spring You can be sure that I will never stop believing The blushing rose that will climb Spring ahead or fall behind Winter dreams the same dream every time Baby, you can never hold back spring Even though you've lost your way The world is dreaming, dreaming of spring So close your eyes, open you heart To the one who's dreaming of you And, you can never hold back spring Remember everything that spring can bring Baby, you can never hold back spring Baby, you can never hold back spring |
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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 - 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 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 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 - Used Songs (2001)
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 - Blood Money (2002)
The ribbon round your neck
Aganist your skin that's pale as bone If is my favorite thing you've worn The band is playing our song And we wan't go home, 'til morn |
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
> I met you in the saddle, rode you in the dust
Held your hand to the heavens, pulled your heart to the earth There was something that blinded me more than the mist And the breath of the cottonwood buds lighter yet And you rode the maypole of dance hall legs And galloped to another's embrace And I bit the flowers from your wrist corsage And you waltzed too slowly, too slowly you waltzed With that girl from Widow's Grove Oh, I'd follow you to the river, that washes out to the sea Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night That's where I'll be Near the breath of a swallow, petals dropped as you fell And you grabbed then shyly held me, against the stone cold well In your hand was a glass, you held the ice against the night And it dripped and it sparkled and I laughed a wish Before it all slipped down the dark tunneled well I heard it melt quietly and I looked at you Bent to the earth with just one pleading wish Your skirts brushed to the furious pounding Oh, I'd follow you to the river, that washes out to the sea Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night That's where I'll be I hid in the elm and raised the bough, that hung even with your neck And I chased you and drowned you, there deep in the well And when your mouth was full and wet, I swallowed all your reckless fate And with your last breath, you moaned too drunk to wake Oh, I'd follow you to the river, that washes out to the sea Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night That's where I'll be Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night That's where I'll be |
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from Tom Waits - Bone Machine (1992)
They're lining up
To mad dog your tilta whirl 3 shots for a dollar Win a real live doll All the lies that you tell I believed them so well. Take them back Take them back to your red house For that fearful leap into the dark I did my time In the jail of your arms Now Ophelia wants to know Where she should turn Tell me...what did you do What did you do the last time? Why don't you do that Go on ahead and take this the wrong way Time's not your friend Do you cry. Do you pray Do you wish them away Do you still leave nothing But bones in the way Did you bury the carnival Lions and all Excuse me while I sharpen my nails And just who are you this time? You look rather tired (Who drinks from your shoe) Are you pretending to love Well I hear that it pays well How do your pistol and your Bible and your Sleeping pills go? Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes? Well I fell in love With your sailor's mouth and your wounded eyes You better get down on the floor Don't you know this is war Tell me who are you this time? Tell me who are you this time? |
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from Tom Waits - New Coat Of Paint/ Songs Of Tom Waits (2001)
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)
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 - Used Songs (2001)
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 - Bone Machine (1992)
I've grown up here now
All of my life But I dreamed Someday I'd go Where blue eyed girls And red guitars and Naked rivers flow I'm not all I thought I'd be I always stayed around I've been as far as Mercy and Grand Frozen to the ground I can't stay here and I'm scared to leave (Just kiss me once and then) I'll go to hell I might as well Be whistlin' down the wind The bus at the corner The clock's on the wall Broken windmill There's no wind at all I've yelled and I cursed If i stay here I'll rust I'm stuck like a shipwreck Out here in the dust Sky is red And there world's on fire And the corn is taller than me The dog is tied To a wagon of rain And the road is as wet as the sea And sometimes the music from a dance Will carry across the plains And the places that I'm dreaming of Do they dream only of me? There are places where they never sleep And the circus never ends So I will take the Marley Bone Coach And whistle down the wind |
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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 - Orphans (2007)
You gentlemen who think you have a mission
To purge us of the seven deadly sins Should first sort out the basic food position Then start your preaching, that's where it begins You lot who preach restraint and watch your waist as well Should learn, for once, the way the world is run However much you twist or whatever lies that you tell Food is the first thing, morals follow on So first make sure that those who are now starving Get proper helpings when we all start carving What keeps mankind alive? What keeps mankind alive? The fact that millions are daily tortured Stifled, punished, silenced and oppressed Mankind can keep alive thanks to its brilliance In keeping its humanity repressed And for once you must try not to shriek the facts Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts |
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from Original Seeds Vol.2 (0000)
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)
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)
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 - Nighthawks At The Diner (1975)
One of those nights
Warm beer and cold women, no I just don't fit in Every joint I stumbled into tonight that's just how it's been All these double knit strangers with gin and vermouth And recycled stories in the Naugahyde booths With the platinum blonds, tobacco brunettes I'll be drinkin' to forget you, I'll lite another cigarette And the band's playin' something by Tammy Wynette And the drinks are on me tonight All my conversations now I'll just be talkin' about you baby Borin' some sailor as I try to get through I just want him to listen now, I said that's all you have to do He said, "I'm better off without you" until I showed him my tattoo And now the moon's rising ain't got no time to lose Time to get down to drinking tell the band to play the blues Drinks are on me, I'll buy another round At the last ditch attempt saloon Warm beer, cold women, I just don't fit in Every joint I stumbled into tonight that's just how it's been All these double knit strangers with gin and Vermouth Receeding hairlines in the Naugahyde booths With the platinum blonds, tobacco brunettes I'll just be drinking to forget you baby, I'll lite menthol cigarette And the band's playing somethin' by Johnnie Barnett And the last ditch too soon |
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from Tom Waits - Rain Dogs (1985)
He's got himself a homemade special
You know his glass is full of sand And it feels just like a jaybird The way it fits into his hand He rolled a blade up in his trick towel They slap their hands against the wall You never trip, you never stumble He's walking spanish down the hall Slim him a picture of our Jesus Or give him a spoon to dig a hole What all he done ain't no one's business But he'll need blankets for the cold They dim the lights over on Broadway Even the king has bowed his head Every face looks right up at Mason He's walking spanish down the hall Latella's screeching for a blind pig Punk Sander's carved it out of wood He never sang when he got hoodwinked They tried it all but he never would Tomorrow morning there'll be laundry But he'll be somewhere else to hear the call Don't say goodbye he's just leaving early He's walking spanish down the hall All St. Barthelemew said was whispered Into the ear of Blind Jack Dawes All Baker told the machine Was that he never broke the law Go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate Take off your watch, your rings and all Even Jesus wanted just a little more time He's walking spanish down the hall |
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from Music From And Inspired By The Motion Picture Dead Man Walking (데드맨 워킹) [ost] (1999)
Dot King was whittled from the bone of Cain
With a little drop of poison in the red red blood She need a way to turn around the bend She said I want to walk away and start over again There are things I've done I can't erase I want to look in the mirror see another face I said, "never", but I'm doing it again I wanna walk away, start over again No more rain, no more roses On my way, shake my thirst in a cool cool pond There's a winner in every place There's a heart that's beating in every page The beginning of it starts at the end When it's time to walk away and start over again Weather's murder at a hundred and three William Ray shot Corabell Lee A yellow dog knows when he has sinned You wanna walk away and start over again No more rain, no more roses On my way, shaking my thirst in a cool cool pond Cooper told Maui the whole block's gone They're dying for jewelry, money, and clothes I always get out of the trouble I'm in I want to walk away, start over again I left my bible by the side of the road Carve my initials in an old dead tree I'm going away but I'm going to be back when It's time to walk away and start over again Ho ho yeah, hmm, yeah Gotta walk away, gotta walk away, gotta walk away Just wanna walk away yeah, wanna walk away and start over again Wanna walk away, wanna walk away, wanna walk away |
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
Dot King was whittled from the bone of Cain
With a little drop of poison in the red red blood She need a way to turn around the bend She said I want to walk away and start over again There are things I've done I can't erase I want to look in the mirror see another face I said, "never", but I'm doing it again I wanna walk away, start over again No more rain, no more roses On my way, shake my thirst in a cool cool pond There's a winner in every place There's a heart that's beating in every page The beginning of it starts at the end When it's time to walk away and start over again Weather's murder at a hundred and three William Ray shot Corabell Lee A yellow dog knows when he has sinned You wanna walk away and start over again No more rain, no more roses On my way, shaking my thirst in a cool cool pond Cooper told Maui the whole block's gone They're dying for jewelry, money, and clothes I always get out of the trouble I'm in I want to walk away, start over again I left my bible by the side of the road Carve my initials in an old dead tree I'm going away but I'm going to be back when It's time to walk away and start over again Ho ho yeah, hmm, yeah Gotta walk away, gotta walk away, gotta walk away Just wanna walk away yeah, wanna walk away and start over again Wanna walk away, wanna walk away, wanna walk away |
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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 - Rain Dogs (1985)
Well time is always money
For the boys at Union Square You can bust your ass till doomsday But don't forget to say your prayers Someone's got a wad on the backstreet. Sacco got a bran' new slack And your baby is handcuffed on the front seat You just sit right there, boy and relax Chorus: I'm goin' down down down I'm goin' down down down I'm goin' down down down I'm goin' down down down Well they spill out of the Cinema 14 To that drag bar there on the block Best live show by far in the whole east coast With a bank rolled up in your sock She stand right there for your pleasure Half Puerto Rican Chinese Your got to find your baby somebody to measure I'm goin' to get me some of these baby. Chorus Four in the mornin' on a Sunday Sacco drinkin' whiskey in church Half pint festival brandy That 'bout to fall right off his perch The guy in the sweaters off duty Out in front on the welfare hotel The guy in the dress is a beauty Go all the way and I swear you never can tell Chorus |
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from Tom Waits - Swordfishtrombines (1983)
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)
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 - Orphans (2007)
Oh sister, oh sister, let's walk the seashore
Bow, balance to me Oh sister, oh sister, let's walk the seashore And see the ships as they sail in oar" And I'll be true to my love if my love'll be true to me While these two sisters were walking the shore Bow, balance to me While these two sisters were walking the shore The oldest pushed the youngest o'er And I'll be true to my love if my love'll be true to me "Oh sister, oh sister, please lend me your hand" Bow, balance to me "Oh sister, oh sister, please lend me your hand And you'll have Willie and all o' his land" And I'll be true to my love if my love'll be true to me "I never, I never will lend you my hand" Bow, balance to me "I never, I never will lend you my hand But I'll have Willie and all o' his land" And I'll be true to my love if my love'll be true to me Sometimes she sank and sometimes she swam Bow, balance to me Sometimes she sank and sometimes she swam Until she came to the old mill dam And I'll be true to my love if my love'll be true to me A miller, he got his fishing hook Bow, balance to me The miller, he got his fishing hook And fished that maiden out o' the brook And I'll be true to my love if my love'll be true to me "Oh miller, oh miller, here's five gold rings" Bow, balance to me "Oh miller, oh miller, here's five gold rings To push the maiden in again" And I'll be true to my love if my love'll be true to me The miller, he received those five gold rings Bow, balance to me The miller, he received the five gold rings And pushed that maiden in again And I'll be true to my love if my love'll be true to me The miller was hung in the old mill gate Bow, balance to me The miller was hung in the old mill gate For drowned the little sister Kate And I'll be true to my love if my love'll be true to me |
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from Tom Waits - Real Gone (2004)
Long way going to
Get my medicine Sky's the autumn grey of a lonely wren Piano from a window played Gone tomorrow, gone yesterday I found it in the street At first I did not see Lying at my feet A trampled rose Passing the hat in church It never stops going around You never pay just once To get the job done What I done to me, I done to you What happened to the trampled rose? In the muddy street With the fireworks and leaves A blind man with a cup I asked Would he sing 'Kisses Sweeter Than Wine' I know that rose, Like I know my name The one I gave my love, It was the same Now I find it in the street, A trampled rose |
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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 - 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 - Swordfishtrombines (1983)
Well it's hotter 'n blazes and all the long faces
there'll be no oasis for a dry local grazier there'll be no refreshment for a thirsty jackaroo from Melbourne to Adelaide on the overlander with newfangled buffet cars and faster locomotives the train stopped in Serviceton less and less often There's nothing sadder than a town with no cheer Voc Rail decided the canteen was no longer necessary there no spirits, no bilgewater and 80 dry locals and the high noon sun beats a hundred and four there's a hummingbird trapped in a closed down shoe store This tiny Victorian rhubarb kept the watering hole open for sixty five years now it's boilin' in a miserable March 21 st wrapped the hills in a blanket of Patterson's curse the train smokes down the xylophone there'll be no stopping here all ya can be is thirsty in a town with no cheer no Bourbon, no Branchwater though the townspeople here fought her Vic Rail decree tooth and nail now it's boilin' in a miserable March 21 st wrapped the hills in a blanket of Patterson's curse the train smokes down the xylophone there'll be no stopping here all ya can be is thirsty in a town with no cheer |
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from Tom Waits - Real Gone (2004)
Stop and get me on the ride up (uh-huh-huh)
To the top ... (Can we have a little more on my voice?) Stop and get me on the ride up (Uh-huh-huh) On the top of the hill I'm only going to the top of the hill New corn yellow and slaughterhouse red The birds keep singin' baby after you're dead I'm gonna miss you plenty big ol' world With your abalone earrings And your mother of pearl (Uh-huh-huh) Stop and get me on the ride up (Uh-huh-huh) Stop and get me on the ride up (Huh) Stop and get me on the ride up I'm only goin' to the top of the hill I'm only goin' to the top of the hill I need your moon to be the sky 'gainst Don't get your trouser button stuck on the fence Diego red and bedlam money are fine Why don't you come up and see me sometime? Stop and get me on the ride up (Uh-huh-huh) Stop and get me on the ride up (Uh-huh-huh) Stop and get me on the ride up I'm only goin' to the top of the hill I'm only goin' I'm only goin' I'm only goin' to the top of the hill There's very little leeway I seen the mattress on the freeway The moon rises over Dog Street Jefferson says now everythings reet Have all the lights burned out on Heaven again? I'll never roll the number seven again I'm made of bread and on a ocean of wine Hear all the birdies on the phone just fine (Huh-huh) Stop and get me on the ride up (Uh-huh-huh) Stop and get me on the ride up (Uh-huh-huh) Stop and get me on the ride up I'm only goin' I'm only goin' I'm only goin' to the top of the hill (Hey!) Black joke and the bean soup Big sky and the Ford Coupe Old maid and the dry bones Red rover and the Skinny Bones Jones Forty - seven mules to pull this train We're gettin' married in the pouring rain You need your differential, plenty of oil You load the wagon 'til the end of the world (Uh-huh-huh) Stop and get me on the ride up (Uh-huh-huh) Stop and get me on the ride up (Hey!) Stop and get me on the ride up I'm only goin' I'm only goin' I'm only goin' to the top of the hill I'm only goin to the top of the hill (Hey!) What's your throttle made of Is it money or bone? Don't dawdle or you'll never get home Opium, fireworks, vodka and meat Scoot over and save me a seat (Hey!) Stop and get me on the ride up (Uh-huh-huh) Stop and get me on the ride up Stop And get me on the ride up I'm only goin' I'm only goin' I'm only goin' to the top of the hill (Hey!) If I had it all to do over again I'd try to rise above the laws of man Why doncha gimme 'nother sip o' your cup? Turn a Rolls - Royce into a chicken coup (Uh-huh-huh) Stop and get me on the ride up Stop and get me on the ride up (Hey!) Stop and get me on the ride up I'm only goin' I'm only goin' I'm only goin' to the top of the hill I'm only goin' to the top of the hill Hey! Stop and get me on the ride up (uh-huh-huh) Stop and get me on the ride up I'm only goin' to the top of the hill Ha ha ha ha haa! |
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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 - Used Songs (2001)
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 - The Asylum Years (2005)
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 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 - Rain Dogs (1985)
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 - 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 - Orphans (2007)
I left New York in 1949
To go across the country without a bad blame dime Montana in the cold cold fall Found my father in the gambling hall Father, Father where you been? I've been out in the world and I'm only ten Father, Father where you been? I've been out in the world and I'm only ten Don't worry about me if I should die of pleurisy Across to Mississippi, across to Tennessee Across the Niagara, home I'll never be Home in ol' Medora, home in Ol' Truckee Apalachicola, home I'll never be Better or for worse, thick and thin Like being married to the Little poor man God he loves me (God he loves me) Just like I love him (just like I love him) I want you to do (I want you to do) Just the same for him (just the same for him, yeah) Well the worms eat away but don't worry watch the wind So I left Montana on an old freight train (on an old freight train) The night my father died in the cold cold rain (in the cold cold rain) Road to Opelousas, road to Wounded Knee Road to Ogallala home I'll never be Road to Oklahoma, road to El Cahon Road to Tahachapi, road to San Antone Hey, hey Road to Opelousas, road to Wounded Knee Road to Ogallala, home I'll never be Road to Oklahoma, road to El Cahon Road to Tahachapi, road to San Antone Home I'll never be, home I'll never be Home I'll never be, home I'll never be Home I'll never be, home I'll never be |
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
> Well let's see, we had the eh, we had the Fairlane.
Then the u-joints went out on that and the bushings and then your mother wanted to trade it in on the Tornado, so we got the Tornado. God, I hated the color of that son of a bitch. And the dog destroyed the upholstery on the Ford. Boy, that was long before you were born. We called it the Yellowbird, two-door, three on the tree. Tight little mother. Threw a rod, sold it to Jacobs for a hundred dollar. Now the Special eh, four-holer, you've never seen body panels lining up like that. Overhead cam, dual exhaust. You know I had, let's see I had, four Buicks, loved them all. Now your Uncle Emmet, well he drives a Thunderbird, it used to belong to your Aunt Evelyn. Now, she ruined it, drove it to Indiana with no gear oil. That was the end of that! Sold that Cadillac to your mom. Your mom loved that Caddy. Independent rear suspension, Landau top, good tires. Gas hog. I swear it had the power to repair itself. I love the old, Dan Steele used to give 'em to me at a discount. Showroom models and that. And then there was the Pontiac and... God, I loved that Pontiac. Well, it was kind of an ox-blood. It just kinda handled so beautifully. Yeah, I miss that car. Well, it was a long time ago, a long time ago. |
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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 - Live In Concert [live] (2009)
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 ashtrays 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 - Blood Money (2002)
You dance real slow
You wreck it down Then you walk away you turn around What did that old blonde gal say? That is the part you throw away I want that beggars eyes a winning horse A tidy Mexican divorce St. Marys prayers, Houdinis hands And a barman who always... understands Will you loose the flowers Hold on to the vase? Will you wipe all those teardrops away from your face? I cant help feeling as I close the door I have done all of this... many times before But the bone must go The wish can stay The kiss dont know what the lips will say Forget I've hurt you Put stones in our bed And remember to never... mind instead But all of your letters burned up in the fire And time is just memory mixed with desire Thats not the road It is only the map, I say Gone just like matches... from a closed down cabaret In a Portuguese saloon A fly is circling around the room Youll soon forget the tune that you play Cause that is the part... you throw away Oh that is the part... you throw away |
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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 - Live In Concert [live] (2009)
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 - 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 - Used Songs (2001)
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 Asylum Years (2005)
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)
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 - The Asylum Years (2005)
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 Music From And Inspired By The Motion Picture Dead Man Walking (데드맨 워킹) [ost] (1999)
> It's the same with men as with horses and dogs
Nothing wants to die Evelyn James they killed in a game With guns too big for their hands Just off St. Charles in No-Mans Land And you'll have to find your own way home, boys You'll have to find your own way home The oldest was Troy, an eighteen year-old boy Shot dead in March with a robbery His brother started out to hell and to ruin Troy's killer was never caught they say Young nick he just went bad that day Now he'll have to find his own way home, boys He'll have to find his own way home Why cook dinner? Why make my bed? Why come home at all? Out the door and through the woods There is a world where nothing grows It's hard to say grace and to sit in the place Of someone missing at the table Mom's hair sprayed tight And her face in her hands Watching TV for answers to me After all she's only human And she's trying to find her own way home, boys She's trying to find her own way home My legs ache My heart is sore The well is full of pennies |
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
> It's the same with men as with horses and dogs
Nothing wants to die Evelyn James they killed in a game With guns too big for their hands Just off St. Charles in No-Mans Land And you'll have to find your own way home, boys You'll have to find your own way home The oldest was Troy, an eighteen year-old boy Shot dead in March with a robbery His brother started out to hell and to ruin Troy's killer was never caught they say Young nick he just went bad that day Now he'll have to find his own way home, boys He'll have to find his own way home Why cook dinner? Why make my bed? Why come home at all? Out the door and through the woods There is a world where nothing grows It's hard to say grace and to sit in the place Of someone missing at the table Mom's hair sprayed tight And her face in her hands Watching TV for answers to me After all she's only human And she's trying to find her own way home, boys She's trying to find her own way home My legs ache My heart is sore The well is full of pennies |
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from Tom Waits - Bone Machine (1992)
Well there's one thing you can't lose
It's that feel Your pants, your shirt, your shoes But not that feel You can throw it out in the rain You can whip it like a dog You can chop it down like an old dead tree You can always see it When you're coming into town Once you hang it on the wall You can never take it down But there's one thing you can't lose ANd it's that feel You can pawn your watch and chain But not that feel It always comes and finds you It will always hear yo ucry I cross my wooden leg And I swear on my glass eye Itt will never leave you high and dry Never leave you loose It's harder to get rid of than tattoos But there's one thing you can't do Is lose that feel You can throw it off a bridge You can lose it in the fire Yo ucan leave it at the altar But it will make you out a liar You can fall down in the street You can leaveit in the lurch Well you say that it's gospel But I know that it's only church And there's one thing you can't lose And it's that feel It's that feel |
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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 - Orphans (2007)
> They say you're seeing someone, you're wearing his ring
They say you laughed when you heard my name They say he takes you dancing, he holds you so near They say he'll buy you anything Tell me am I foolish, I don't believe these stories And I'll be coming home soon Louise, Louise, if it's true Tell it to me I know, you will not see me, but I know you have a daughter And I hear she has my eyes They say she calls him ""father"", and he's proud of her And even believes all of your lies But for all your faithless beauty, I'd give all my tomorrows And if you're still thinking of me Louise, Louise, if it's true Tell it to me Oh Louise, Louise, if it's true Tell it to me Oh Louise, Louise, if it's true Tell it to me |
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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 - 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 - Mule Variations (1999)
Phone's off the hook
No one knows where we are It's a long time since I Drank champagne The ocean is blue As blue as your eyes I'm gonna take it with me When I go Old long since gone Now way back when We lived in Coney Island Ain't no good thing Ever dies I'm gonna take it with me When I go Far far away a train Whistle blows Wherever you're goin Wherever you've been Waving good bye at the end Of the day You're up and you're over And you're far away Always for you, and Forever yours It felt just like the old days We fell asleep on Beaula's porch I'm gonna take it with me When I go All broken down by The side of the road I was never more alive or Alone I've worn the faces off All the cards I'm gonna take it with me When I go Children are playing At the end of the day Strangers are singing On our lawn It's got to be more Than flesh and bone All that you're loved Is all you own In a land there's a town And in that town there's A house And in that house There's a woman And in that woman There's a hart I love I'm gonna take it With me when I go I'm gonna take it With me when I go |
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
Oh, take care of all my children Don't let 'em wander and roam Oh, take care of all of my children For I don't know when I'm comin' back home You can put all of my possessions here in Jesus' name nail a sign on the door Bright and early Sunday morning with my walking cane I'm going up to see my lord Oh, keep them together at the sundown Safe from the devil's hand You gotta make them a pillow on the hard ground I'll be goin' up to Beaula Land You can put all of my possessions here in Jesus' name and nail a sign on the door Bright and early Sunday morning with my walking cane I'm going up to see my lord Oh, remember you never trust the devil Stay clear of Lucifer's hand Oh, and don't let 'em wander in the meadow Or you'll wind up in the fryin' pan You can put all of my possessions here in Jesus' name and nail a sign on the door Bright and early Sunday morning with my walking cane I'm going up to see my lord Put all of my possessions here in Jesus' name and nail a sign on the door Bright and early Sunday morning with my walking cane I'm going up to see my lord |
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from Tom Waits - Swordfishtrombines (1983)
Well he came home from the war
with a party in his head and modified Brougham DeVille and a pair of legs that opened up like butterfly wings and a mad dog that wouldn't sit still he went and took up with a Salvation Army Band girl who played dirty water on a swordfishtrombone he went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller lake and he said "gee, but it's great to be home." Well he came home from the war with a party in his head and an idea for a fireworks display and he knew that he'd be ready with a stainless steel machete and a half a pint of Ballentine's each day and he holed up in room above a hardware store cryin' nothing there but Hollywood tears and he put a spell on some poor little Crutchfield girl and stayed like that for 27 years Well he packed up all his expectations he lit out for California with a flyswatter banjo on his knee with a lucky tiger in his angel hair and benzedrine for getting there they found him in a eucalyptus tree lieutenant got him a canary bird and shaked her head with every word and Chesterfielded moonbeams in a song and he got 20 years for lovin' her from some Oklahoma governor said everything this Doughboy does is wrong Now some say he's doing the obituary mambo and some say he's hanging on the wall perhaps this yarn's the only thing that holds this man together some say he was never here at all Some say they saw him down in Birmingham, sleeping in a boxcar going by and if you think that you can tell a bigger tale I swear to God you'd have to tell a lie... |
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from Tom Waits - Bone Machine (1992)
Well Pale Face said
To the Eyeball Kid She just goes clank and boom and steam A halo, wings, horns and a tail Shoveling coal inside my dreams There are no laws She's made of cream She's such a scream Qui bon tres bien, nails in cement A Donnie gal from mortal clay The plow is red THe well is full inside The dollhouse of her skull A cheetah coat fills up with steam She's such a scream All crooked lines Her fireplace A milktrain so clean Machine gun haste You'll ride the only wall of shame And drag that chain across the state Her lips are red She is the queen She's such a scream |
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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)
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)
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 - 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 - Used Songs (2001)
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 Step Right Up Tom Waits Tribute [omnibus] (2004) | |||||
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| from Tom Waits - Live In Concert [live] (2009) | |||||
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| from Tom Waits - Blood Money (2002) | |||||
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from Tom Waits - Orphans (2007)
> The smoke from the battle fish and the rain soaked through
and the wheelman left the shore and barns tumbled and silos flew across fifteen miles bad road tar And big Bull Trometer hung on to the side and the pig dogs trembled on Spidey's wild ride And big John Jizom from downtown Chizom flew away with old mrs. Storm And they found Bird Lundy neath a keg of nails crooked as a dog's hind leg Keeping warm after twenty-nine days on hard assed bread he drilled to the big outside and clung like a tick to his waterfront life mooned and clouded, blued and skied And all the clocks blew up on Spidey's wild ride And the hills stood up in a great big 3 and left me whipped by the forces that were inside me Loud as the ocean, cold as a desk, red as the water on the river of flesh And he was sewing up his pants while he was shoeing a mule And he was bucking a head wind gale But the crooked ass beauty was trapped to the side and he shook on Spidey's wild ride And all the statue ass makers, and the uprooted trees And I shouted way up to where the rabbit digs his hole and the wheelman, the jockeys the landlords and thee were bucking a head wind south and with nine lives spent, he landed on his rent composed with a steele head salmon in his mouth and I never did see another day outside cause I'd had enough travel on Spidey's wild ride |
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| from Tom Waits - Nighthawks At The Diner (1975) | |||||
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| from Tom Waits - Nighthawks At The Diner (1975) | |||||
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| from Tom Waits - Live In Concert [live] (2009) | |||||
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| from N.A.S.A - The Spirit Of Apollo (2009) | |||||
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| from Tom Waits - Blue Valentine (1978) | |||||
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from Tom Waits - The Asylum Years (2005)
There's a place for us
Somewhere a place for us Peace and quiet and open air Wait for us somewhere There's a time for us Some day a time for us Time together with time to spare Time to learn Time to care Someday Somewhere We'll find a new way of living, We'll find a way of forgiving Somewhere There's a place for us A time and place for us Hold my hand and we're halfway there Hold my hand and I'll take you there Somehow Someday Somewhere |
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| from Tom Waits - Swordfishtrombines (1983) | |||||
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| from Jarhead (자헤드 : 그들만의 전쟁) by Thomas Newman [ost] (2005) | |||||







