Tom Waits@ALBUM: Closing TimeBy Tom Waits Asylum Records, 1973 @SONG: Ol' 55 Well my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55 As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive. Now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck, freeway cars and trucks, Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer, Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling's getting stronger. And it's six in the morning, gave me no warning; I had to be on my way. Well there's trucks all a-passing me, and the lights are all flashing, I'm on my way home from your place. And now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck, freeway cars and trucks, Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer, Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling's getting stronger. And my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55 As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive. Now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck, Freeway cars and trucks, freeway cars and trucks, freeway cars and trucks... @SONG: I Hope That I Don't Fall in Love with You Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you 'Cause falling in love just makes me blue, Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see, I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. Well the room is crowded, people everywhere And I wonder, should I offer you a chair? Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it, Before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it, And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. Well the night does funny things inside a man These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand, Well I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette, I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met, And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late, You'd like some some company, Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me, The guy you're with has up and split, the chair next to you's free, And I hope that you don't fall in love with me. Now it's closing time, the music's fading out Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout. Well I turn around to look at you, you're nowhere to be found, I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round And I think that I just fell in love with you. @SONG: Virginia Avenue 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. @SONG: Old Shoes (& Picture Postcards) I'm singing this song, it's time it was sung I've been putting it off for a while, But it's harder by now, 'cause the truth is so clear That I cry when I'm seeing you smile. So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore, And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone. Every time that I tried to tell that we'd lost the magic we had at the start, I would weep my heart when I looked in your eyes And I searched once again for the spark. So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore, And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone. I can see by your eyes, it's time now to go So I'll leave you to cry in the rain, Though I held in my hand, the key to all joy Honey my heart was not born to be tamed. So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore, And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone. So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore, And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone. Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone, can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone. @SONG: Midnight Lullaby Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye Hush-a bye my baby, no need to be crying. You can burn the midnight oil with me as long as you will Stare out at the moon upon the windowsill, and dream... Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye Hush-a bye my baby, no need to be crying. There's dew drops on the window sill, gumdrops in your head Slipping into dream land, you're nodding your head, so dream... Dream of West Virginia, or of the British Isles 'Cause when you are dreaming, you see for miles and miles. When you are much older, remember when we sat At midnight on the windowsill, and had this little chat And dream, come on and dream, come on and dream, and dream, and dream... @SONG: Martha Operator, number, please: it's been so many years Will she remember my old voice while I fight the tears? Hello, hello there, is this Martha? this is old Tom Frost, And I am calling long distance, don't worry 'bout the cost. 'Cause it's been forty years or more, now Martha please recall, Meet me out for coffee, where we'll talk about it all. And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me. There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows And we saved them for a rainy day. And I feel so much older now, and you're much older too, How's your husband? and how's the kids? you know that I got married too? Luck that you found someone to make you feel secure, 'Cause we were all so young and foolish, now we are mature. And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me. There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows And we saved them for a rainy day. And I was always so impulsive, I guess that I still am, And all that really mattered then was that I was a man. I guess that our being together was never meant to be. And Martha, Martha, I love you can't you see? And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me. There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows And we saved them for a rainy day. And I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you... @SONG: Rosie Well I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn Nobody's up except the moon and me, And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree All that you left me was a melody. Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie... And the moon's all up, full and big, apricot tips in an indigo sky, And I've been loving you, Rosie, since the day I was born And I'll love you, Rosie 'til the day I die. Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie... Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie... And I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn Nobody's up except the moon and me, And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree All that you left me was a melody. Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie... @SONG: Lonely Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place. Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place. I thought that I knew all that there was to, lonely, lonely, lonely... Melanie Jane, won't feel the pain. Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely eyes, lonely lonely in your place. And I thought that I knew all that there was to Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely eyes, lonely lonely in your place, and I still love you, I still love you, lonely, lonely... @SONG: Ice Cream Man I'll be clickin' by your house about two forty-five Sidewalk sundae strawberry surprise, I got a cherry popsicle right on time A big stick, mamma, that'll blow your mind 'Cause I'm the ice cream man, I'm a one-man band (yeah) I'm the ice cream man, honey, I'll be good to you. Baby, missed me in the alley, baby, don't you fret Come back around and don't forget, When you're tired and you're hungry and you want something cool, Got something better than a swimming pool 'Cause I'm the ice cream man, I'm a one-man band I'm the ice cream man, honey, I'll be good to you. 'Cause I'm the ice cream man, I'm a one-man band I'm the ice cream man, honey, I'll be good to you. See me coming, you ain't got no change Don't worry baby, it can be arranged: Show me you can smile, baby just for me Fix you with a drumstick, I'll do it for free 'Cause I'm the ice cream man, I'm a one-man band I'm the ice cream man, honey, I'll be good to you. Be good to you, be good to you, Good to you yeah, good to you yeah, good to you yeah, good to you yeah, Good to you yeah, good to you, I'll be good to you, I'll be good to you... @SONG: Little Trip to Heaven (On the Wings of Your Love) Lazy trip to heaven on the wings of your love Banana moon is shining in the sky, Feel like I'm in heaven when you're with me Know that I'm in heaven when you smile, Though we're stuck here on the ground, I got something that I've found And it's you. And I don't have to take no trip to outer space All I have to do is look at your face, And before I know it, I'm in orbit around you Thanking my lucky stars that I've found you, When I see your constellation, honey, you're my inspiration, and it's you. You're my north star when I'm lost and feeling blue, The sun is breaking through the clouds don't you, don't you know it's true? Honey, all the other stars seem dim around you Thanking my lucky stars that I've found you, When I see your smiling face, honey, I know nothing ever going to take your place, and it's you. And it's you, and it's you, and it's you, and it's you, and it's you And it's you, and it's you, shoo-be-doo, ba-da-da. @SONG: Grapefruit Moon Grapefruit moon, one star shining, shining down on me. Heard that tune, and now I'm pining, honey, can't you see? 'Cause every time I hear that melody, well, something breaks inside, And the grapefruit moon, one star shining, can't turn back the tide. Never had no destination, could not get across. You became my inspiration, oh but what a cost. 'Cause every time I hear that melody, well, something breaks inside, And the grapefruit moon, one star shining, is more than I can hide. Now I'm smoking cigarettes and I strive for purity, And I slip just like the stars into obscurity. 'Cause every time I hear that melody, well, puts me up a tree, And the grapefruit moon, one star shining, is all that I can see. @SONG: Closing Time (instrumental) Tom Waits "Rain Dogs" Dedicated to Kathleen. (P) 1985 Island Records Ltd. SIDE ONE: SINGAPORE We sail tonight for Singapore We're all as mad as hatters here I've fallen for tawny moor Took off to the land of Nod Drank with all the Chinamen Walked the sewers of Paris I danced along a colored wind Dangled from a rope of sand You must say goodbye to me We sail tonight for Singapore Don't fall asleep while you're ashore Cross your heart and hope to die When you hear the children cry. Let marrow bone and cleaver choose While making feet for children shoes Through the alley Back from Hell When you hear that steeple bell You must say goodbye to me. Wipe him down with gasoline Till his arms are hard and mean, From now on boys this iron boat's your home So heave away boys. We sail tonight for Singapore Take your blankets from the floor Wash your mouth out by the door The whole town is made of iron ore Every witness turns to steam They all become Italian dreams Fill your pockets up with earth Get yourself a dollar's worth Away boys, away, boys, heave away The captain is a one-armed dwarf He's throwing dice along the wharf In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King So take this ring Repeat First Verse CLAP HANDS Sane, sane they're all insane The fireman's blind, the conductors lame A Cincinatti jacket and a sad luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands, Clap hands Clap hands, Clap hands Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more Moon in the window; a bird on the pole Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, Clap hands Clap hands, Clap hands Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty dollar bill inside in Palladin's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Repeat Second Verse Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to Heaven in the little row boat Clap hands, Clap hands Clap hands, Clap hands CEMETERY POLKA Uncle Vernon Uncle Vernon Independent as a Hog on ice Hi's a big shot down there At the slaughterhouse He plays accordion For Mr.Weiss Uncle Biltmore and Uncle William Made a Million during World War II But they're tightwads And they're Cheap skates And they'll never Give a dime to you Auntie Mame Has gone Inside She lives in The doorway of an old hotel And the Radio's playing opera and All she ever says Is go to Hell. Uncle Violet Flew as a pilot He said there Ain't no pretty Girls in France Now he runs a Tidy little Bookie joint they say He never Keeps it in his pants Uncle Bill Will never leave a will And the tumor is as Big as an egg He has a mistress She's Puerto Rican And i heard she has A wooden leg. Uncle Phil Can't live without his pills He has emphysema and He's almost blind And we must find out Where the money is Get it now Before he loses his mind Repeat First Verse JOCKEY FULL OF BOURBON Edna Million in a drop dead suit Dutch pink pink on a downtown train Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot I'm in the corner in the pouring rain 16 men on a deadman's chest And I've been drinking from a broken cup 2 pairs of pants and a mother vest I'm full of bourbon; I can't stand up. Chorus: Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire; your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire; your children are alone Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head And I've been stepping on the devil's tail Across the stripes of full moon's head Through the bars of a Cuban jail Bloody fingers on a purple knife A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife Come admire the view from up on top of the mast Chorus Yellow sheets in Hong Kong bed Stazybo horn and a Singerland ride To the carnival is what she said A hundred dollars makes it dark inside. Repeat First Verse and Chorus TANGO TILL THEY'RE SORE Well ya play that Tarantella All the hounds they start to roar And the boys all go to hell Then the Cubans hit the floor And they drive along the pipeline They tango till they're sore They take apart their nightmares And they leave them by the door. Chorus: Let me fall out the window With confetti in my hair Deal out jacks or better On a blanket by the stairs I'll tell you all my secrets But I lie about my past So send me off to bed forever more. Make sure they play my theme song I guess daisies will have to do Just get me to New Orleans And paint shadows on the pews Turn the spit on that pig Kick the drum and let me down Put my clarinet beneath your bed Till I get back in town. Chorus Just sure she's all in calico And the color of a doll Wave the flag on cadillac day And a skillet on the wall Cut me a switch or hold you breath Till the sun goes down Write my name on the hood Send me off to another town. Chorus BIG BLACK MARIAH Cuttin' through the cane break Ratting the sill Thunder that the rain makes When the shadow tops the hill Big light on the back street Hill to ever more, Packin' down the ladder With hammer to the floor Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Ford. Well he's all boxed up On a red bell dame Hunted Black Johnny with A blind man's cane A yellow bullet with a Rag out in the wind An old blind tiger Get an old bell Jim Here comes the Big Black Mariah, Here comes the Big Black Mariah, Here comes the Big Black Mariah, Here comes the Big Black Ford. Sent to the skies on a Benny Jag Blue Off to bed without his supper Like the Linda brides do Now he's got to do the story With the old widow Jones... He's got a wooden coat this boy Is never coming home Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Ford. Cut through the Cane break... Repeat Second Verse DIAMONDS & GOLD The broken glass And the rusty nails Where the violets grow Say goodbye to the railroad And the mad dogs of summer And everything that I know Chorus: What some men will do here for diamonds What some men will do here for gold They're wounded but they just keep on climbin' And they sleep by the side of the road There's a hole in the ladder A fence we can climb Mad as a hatter You're thin as a dime Go out to the meadow The hills are agreen Sing me a rainbow Steal me a dream Small time Napoleons Shattered his knees But he stays in the saddle for Rose And all his disciples They shave in the gutter And gather what's left of his clothes Chorus There's a hole in the ladder A fence we can climb Mad as a hatter You're thin as a dime Go out to the meadow The hills are agreen Sing me a rainbow Steal me a dream HANG DOWN YOUR HEAD (Instrumental) TIME Well, the smart money's on Harlow And the moon is in the street The shadow boys are breaking all the laws And you're east of East St. Louis And the wind is making speeches And the rain sounds like a round of applause Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon His invisible fianc is in the mirror The band is going home It's raining hammers, it's raining nails Yes, it's true, there's nothing left for him down here Chorus: 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 steak around Until the bandages came off But these mamas boys just don't know when to quit And Matida asks the sailors are those dreams Or are those prayers So just close your eyes, son And this won't hurt a bit Chorus Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl The boys just dive right off the cars And splash into the street And when she's 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 Till the dish outside the window fills with rain Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart And play the fiddler off till i come back again Chorus SIDE TWO: RAIN DOGS Inside a broken clock Splashing the wine With all the Rain Dogs Taxi, we'd rather walk. Huddle a doorway with the Rain Dogs For i am a Rain Dog, too. Chorus: Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night For it was all ripe for dreaming Oh, how we danced away All of the lights We've always been out of our minds. The Rum pours strong and thin Beat out the dustman With the Rain Dogs Aboard a shipwreck train Give my umbrella to the Rain Dogs For I am a Rain Dog, too. Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee Her long hair black as a raven Oh, how we danced and you Whispered to me You'll never be going back home, You'll never be going back home. Chorus MIDTOWN (Instrumental) 9TH & HENNEPIN Well it's 9th and Hennepin And all the donuts have Names that sound like prostitutes And the moon's teeth marks are On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this And the broken umbrellas like Dead birds and the steam Comes out of the grill like The whole goddamned town is ready to blow. And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos And everyone is behaving like dogs. And the horses are coming down Violin Road And Dutch is dead on his feet And the rooms all smell like diesel And you take on the Dreams of the ones who have slept here. And I'm lost in the window I hide on the stairway I hang in the curtain I sleep in your hat And no one brings anything Small into a bar around here. They all started out with bad directions And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear, One for every year he's away she said, such A crumbling beauty, but there's Nothing wrong with her that $100 won't fix, she has that razor sadness That only gets worse With the clang and thunder of the Southern Pacific going by As the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet Till you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin And you spill out Over the side to anyone who'll listen And I've seen it All through the yellow windows Of the evening train. GUN STREET GIRL Falling James in the Tahoe mud Stick around to tell us all the tail He fell in love with a Gun Street Girl and Now he's danced in the Birmingham jail. Took a 100 dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe Brought a bran' new michigan 20 gauge Got all liquored up on that road house corn, Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette. Brought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese Dyed his hair in the bathroom of Texaco With a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4 Well, he left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door He left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door Chorus: I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home. Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's Wood Soaking' day old bread in kerosene He was blue as a robin's egg brown as a hog Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone He never got up in the morning on a Saturday Sittin' by the Erie with a bull whipped dog Tellin' everyone he saw They went thatta way Tellin' everyone he saw They went thatta way. Now the rain's like gravel on old tin roof And the Burlinton Northern's pullin' out of the world With a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw. And a Gun Street Girl was the cause of it all. Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge He heard the click clack tappin' of a blind man's cane Pullin' into Baker on New Year's Eve With one eye on the pistol the other on the door, With one eye on the pistol the other on the door. Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Row And the smuggled in a bran' new pair of alligator shoes. With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair, well They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire, They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire. Chorus I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home. Bangin' on a table with an old tin cup Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again, I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again. Repeat chorus UNION SQUARE 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 BLIND LOVE (Instrumental) WALKING SPANISH 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 DOWNTOWN TRAIN Outside another yellow moon Punched a hole in the nighttime, yes I climb through the window and down the street Shining like a new dime The downtown trains are full With all those Brooklyn girls They try so hard to break out of their little worlds You wave your hand and they scatter like crows They have nothing that will ever capture your heart They're just thorns without the rose Be careful of them in the dark Oh if I was the one You chose to be your only one Oh baby can't you hear me now Chorus: Will I see you tonight On a downtown train Every night its just the same You leave me lonely, now I know your window and I know its late I know your stairs and your doorway I walk down your street and past your gate I stand by the light at the four way You watch them as they fall They stay at the carnival But they'll never win you back Chorus: Will I see you tonight On a downtown train Where every night its just the same You leave me lonely Will I see you tonight On a downtown train All of my dreams just fall like rain All upon a downtown train BRIDE OF RAIN DOG (Instrumental) ANYWHERE I LAY MY HEAD My head is spinning round My heart is in my shoes I went and set the Thames on fire Now I must come back down She's laughing in her sleeve at me I can feel it in my bones But anywhere, I'm gonna Lay my head, boys I will call my home. Well I see that The world is upside down My pockets were filled up with gold. Now the clouds have covered o'er And the wind is blowing cold I don't need anybody Because I learned to be alone And anywhere I lay my head, boys I will call my home. Tom Waits - Paisties and a G-String --------- ----------------------- Smellin' like a brewery, lookin' like a tramp ain't got a quarter, got a postage stamp And a five o'clock shadow boxing all around the town talking with the old men sleeping on the ground Bazanti bootin', al zootin al hoot and Al Cohn sharin' this apartment with a telephone pole And it's a fish net stockings, spike heel shoes strip tease, prick tease, car keys blues And the porno floor show, live nude girls dreamy and cream and the brunette curls Chesty Morgan, and a Watermelon Rose raise my rent and take off all your clothes With the trench coats, magazines, bottle full a' rum she's so good, it make a dead man come With pasties and a g-string, beer and a shot Portland threw a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze Wrinkles and Cherry and Twinky and Pinky and Fe-Fe live from Gay Paree Fanfares, rim shots backstage, who cares all this hot burlesque for me Cleavage, cleavage, thighs and hips from the nape of her neck to the lip stick lips Chopped and channeled and lowered and louvered and a cheater slicks and baby moons She's hot and ready and creamy and sugared and the band is awful and so are the tunes Crawlin' on her belly, shakin' like jelly and I'm gettin' harder than Chinese algebra Ziers and cheers and the compendium here Hey sweetheart, they're yellin' for more Squashin' out your cigarette butts on the floor And I like Shelly, you like Jane, what was the girl with the snake skin's name It's an early bird matinee' come back any day Getcha little somepin' that cha can't get at home Pasties and a g-string, beer and a shot Portland threw a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze Popcorn, front row, higher than a kite and I'll be back tomorrow night and I'll be back tomorrow night @ALBUM: SMALL CHANGE By Tom Waits Asylum Records, 1976 @SONG: Tom Traubert's Blues 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 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 watchmen flame keepers And goodnight to Mathilda, too @SONG: Step Right Up 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? 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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 @SONG: Jitterbug Boy Well, I'm a jitterbug boy, by the shoe-shine Resting on my laurels and my hardys too Life of Riley on a swing shift, gears follow my drift Once upon a time I was in show-biz too I seen the Brooklyn Dodgers playing at Ebbets Field Seen the Kentucky Derby too It's fast women, slow horses, unreliable sources, And I'm holding up the lamp-post if you want to know I've seen the Wabash Cannonball, buddy, I've done it all 'Cause I slept with the lions and Marilyn Monroe, Had breakfast in the eye of a hurricane Fought Rocky Marciano, played Minnesota Fats, Burned hundred-dollar bills, I've eaten Mulligan stew Got drunk with Louis Armstrong, what's that old song? I taught Mickey Mantle everything that he knows So you ask me what I'm doing here holding up the lamp-post, Flipping this quarter, trying to make up my mind And if it's heads I go to Tennessee, and tails I buy a drink, If it lands on the edge I keep talking to you (scat) @SONG: I Wish I was in New Orleans Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams, Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me Hoist up a few tall cool ones, play some pool and listen To that tenor saxophone calling me home And I can hear the band begin "When the Saints Go Marching In", And by the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans, I'll be there I'll drink you under the table, be red-nosed, go for walks, The old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice And wear the dress I like so well, and meet me at the old saloon, Make sure that there's a Dixie moon, New Orleans, I'll be there And deal the cards roll the dice, if it ain't that old Chuck E. Weiss, And Claiborne Avenue, me and you Sam Jones and all And I wish I was in New Orleans, 'cause I can see it in my dreams, Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me New Orleans, I'll be there @SONG: The Piano has been Drinking (Not Me) 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 @SONG: Invitation to the Blues Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula, Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes, Well, it's just an invitation to the blues And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?", You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java, It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze And an open invitation to the blues But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy, And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't 'cept at night, And then he's drunk and never even told her that her cared So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes And left her with an invitation to the blues 'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring, And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose? Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose, And I'll accept your invitation to the blues @SONG: Pasties and a G-string Smelling like a brewery, looking like a tramp, I ain't got a quarter, got a postage stamp Been five o'clock shadow boxing all around the town, Talking with the old man, sleeping on the ground Bazanti bootin al zootin al hoot and Al Cohn Sharing this apartment with a telephone pole And a fish-net stocking, spike-heel shoes, Strip tease, prick tease, car keys blues And the porno floor show, live nude girls, Dreamy and creamy and brunette curls Chesty Morgan and Watermelon Rose Raise my rent and take off all your clothes With trench coats, magazines, a bottle full of rum, She's so good, make a dead man come Pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze Wrinkles and Cherry and Twinkie and Pinkie and Fifi live from Gay Paree Fanfares, rim shots, back stage, who cares, all this hot burlesque for me (scat) Cleavage, cleavage, thighs and hips >From the nape of her neck to the lipstick lips Chopped and channeled and lowered and lewd And the cheater slicks and baby moons She's a-hot and ready, creamy and sugared And the band is awful and so are the tunes (scat) Crawling on her belly, and shaking like jelly, And I'm getting harder than Chinese algebrassieres And cheers from the (hmm) compendium here "Hey sweetheart" they're yelling for more You're squashing out your cigarette butts on the floor And I like Shelly, and you like Jane And what was the girl with the snakeskin's name? And it's an early-bird matinee, come back any day, Get you a little something that you can't get at home Get you a little something that you can't get at home It's pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze Popcorn, front row, higher than a kite, and I'll be back tomorrow night, And I'll be back tomorrow night (scat) @SONG: Bad Liver and a Broken Heart Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah, I drunk me a river since you tore me apart And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair, She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've been chumped on my stool So buy this fool some spirits and libations, it's these railroad station bars And all these conductors and porters, and I'm all out of quarters And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, Kath, He's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya No, the moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell, And some guy's trying to sell me a watch And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch I got me a bottle and a dream, it's so maudlin it seems, You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise I ain't sentimental, this ain't a purchase, it's a rental, and it's purgatory, And hey, what's your story, well I don't even care 'Cause I got my own double-cross to bear And I'll see your Red Label, and I'll raise you one more, And you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more, 'Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames, It ain't like asbestos It don't do nothing but rest us assured, And substantiate the rumors that you've heard @SONG: The One that Got Away 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" @SONG: Small Change (Got Rained on with His Own .38) Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight, And nobody flinched down by the arcade And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark-raving mad, And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made And his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill, And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins, And the raconteurs and roustabouts said "Buddy, come on in, 'cause 'Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now, they're walking with a limp Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight" And nobody flinched down by the arcade And the burglar alarm's been disconnected, And the newsmen start to rattle And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle And the fire hydrants plead the Fifth Amendment And the furniture is bargains galore But the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floor And what a hot rain on Forty-Second Street, And now the umbrellas ain't got a chance And the newsboy's a lunatic with stains on his pants, 'cause 'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight And no one's gone over to close his eyes And there's a racing form in his pocket, Circled "Blue Boots" in the third And the cashier at the clothing store didn't say a word As the siren tears the night in half, and someone lost his wallet Well, a surveillance of assailance, it that's what you want to call it And the whores hike up their skirts and fish for drug-store prophylactics With their mouths cut just like razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos And her radiator's steaming and her teeth are in a wreck, and nah, She won't let you kiss her, but what the hell do you expect? And the Gypsies are tragic and if you want to buy perfume, Well, they'll bark you down like carneys, sell you Christmas cards in June, but But Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight And his headstone's a gumball machine, No more chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams Someone's hosing down the sidewalk, and he's only in his teens, 'cause 'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight And a fistful of dollars can't change that, And someone copped his watch fob, and someone got his ring And the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat And the tuberculosis old men at the Nelson wheeze and cough And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off, 'cause 'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight, yeah, Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight @SONG: I Can't Wait to Get Off Work (And See My Baby on Montgomery Avenue) I don't mind working, 'cause I used to be jerking off most of my time in bars, I've been a cabbie and a stock clerk and a soda-fountain jock-jerk And a manic mechanic on cars. It's nice work if you can get it, now who the hell said it? I got money to spend on my gal, But the work never stops, and I'll be busting my chops Working for Joe and Sal. And I can't wait to get off work and see my baby, She said she'd leave the porch light on for me. I'm disheveled and I'm disdainful and I'm distracted and it's painful, But this job sweeping up here is gainfully employing me tonight. Well "Tom, do this" and "Tom, do that", and "Tom, don't do that", Count the cash, clean the oven, dump the trash, Oh your loving is a rare and a copacetic gift, And I'm a moonlight watch manic, it's hard to be romantic Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine, Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine... I can't wait to get off work and see my baby She'll be waiting up with a magazine for me. Clean the bathrooms and clean 'em good, oh your loving I wish you would Come down here and sweep a-me off my feet, this broom'll have to be my baby, If I hurry, I just might get off before the dawn's early light. Tom Waits - Way Down In The Hole --------- -------------------- ``Well, I feel we should move right into the religious material.'' When you walk through the garden, You've gotta watch your back. Well, I beg you're pardon; Walk the straight and narrow track. When you walk with Jesus, He's gonna save your soul. You've got to keep the Devil; Well, you've got to keep him down in the hole. He's got the fire people, he's got the fury at his command. Oh, you don't have to worry Hold on to, hold on to... Jesus hand we'll all be safe from Satan when the thunder, when the thunder starts to roll. We've got to keep the devil, keep him on down down in the hole. That red horned, lousy, low life, underneath our boots.. Praise the Lord. I don't know what it is. Two dollar - that demonmiester Three dollar - that prince devil Just see if you can come up with a figure that matches your faith He said, how much has Jesus done for you? And we got to go in, with our hydrolic system, and blast him out. People, can I get an amen? All the angels, pledge God to sing; all about Jesus mighty sword. And they'll shield you with their wings People, they'll keep you close to the Lord. Now don't pay heed to temptation, For his hands are so cold. You've got to keep the devil, keep him on down in the hole. Down in the hole Down in the hole Down in the hole People, I've got to speak about something... Can I get an amen? Can I get an halaluja? Praise the lord. God bless you. The Lord is a very very busy man. I'll do what I can. But Jesus is always going for the big picture... But he's always there to help us out of the little jams too. Down in the hole Down in the hole Down in the hole Keep him down in the hold You've got to keep the devil down in the hole You've got to keep the devil down in the hole Keep him on down in the hole Down... down, down, down mighty devil I send you down below my boots. down, down, filling my live with anger and strife Go down mighty devil. Find a place to live. Down down down... "BLUE VALENTINES" 1978 red shoes by the drugstore ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ she wore red shoes by the newstand as the rain splashed the nickle spilled like chablis along the midway theres a little bluejay in a red dress, on a sad night one straw in a rootbeer a compact with a cracked mirror and a bottle of evening in paris perfume whats this sad tune he told her to wait by the magazines he had to take care of some business it seems bring a raincoat and a suitcase and your dark eyes and wear those red shoes theres a dark huddle at the bus stop unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet Li'l cesar got caught he has going down to second he has cooled changing stations on the chamber to steal a diamond from a jewelry store for his baby he loved the way she looked in those red shoes she waited by the drugstore cesaer had never been late before and the dogs bayed the moon and rattled their chains and the cold jingle of taps in a puddle was the burgler alarm snitchin on cesaer note the rain washes memories from the sidewalks and the hounds splash down the nickle full of soldiers and santa claus is drunk in the ski room and it's christmas eve in a sad cafe when the moon gets this way ther's a little blue my by the newstand wearing red shoes so meet me tonight by the drugstore w're goin' out tonight wear your red shoes (Tom Waits) (C)1978 Fith Floor Music, Inc.(ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal;Da Willie Gonga - Yahama Electric Piano; Rick Lawson - Drums; Roland Bautista - Electric Guitar; Byron Miller - Bass christmas card from a hooker in minneapolis ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hey Charley I'm pregnant and living on 9-th street right above a dirty bookstore off cuclid avenue and I stopped taking dope and I quit drinking whiskey and my old man plays the trombone and works out at the track. and he says that he loves me even though its not his baby and he says that he'll raise him up like he would his own son and he gave me a ring that was worn by his mother and he takes me out dancin every saturday nite. and hey Charley I think about you everytime I pass a fillin' station on account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair and I still have that record of little anthony & the imperials but someone stole my record player how do you like that? hey Charley I almost went crazy after mario got busted so I went back to omaha to live with my folks but everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison so I came back in minneapolis this time I think I'm gonna stay. hey Charley I think I'm happy for the first time since my accident and I wish I had all the money that we used to spend on dope I'd buy me a used car lot and I wouldn't sell any of em I'd just drive a different car every day dependin on how I feel. hey Charley for chrissakes do you want to know the truth of it? I don't have a husband he don't play the trombone and I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer and Charley, hey I'll be eligible for parole come valentines day. (Tom Waits) (C)1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal & Acoustic Piano; Da Willie Gonga - Yamaha Electric Grand Piano romeo is bleeding ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ romeo is bleeding but not so as you'd notice he's over on 18hh street as usual lookin' so hard against the hood of his car and puttin' out a cigarette in his hand and for all the pachucos at the pumps at romeros paint and body they all seein' how far they can spit well it was just another night but how they're huddled in the brake lights of a 58 belair and listenin' to how romeo killed a sherrif his knife and they all jump when they hear the sirens but romeo just laughs and says all the racket in the world ain't never gonna save that coppers ass he'll never see another summertime for gunnin' down my brother and leavin' him like a dog beneath a car without his knife and romeo says hey man gimme a cigarette and they all reach for their pack and frankie lights it for him and pats him on the back and throws bottle at a milk truck and as it breaks he grabs his nuts and they all know they could be just like romeo if they only had the guts but romeo is bleeding but nobody can tell and he sings along with the radio with a bullet in his chest and he combs back his fenders and they all agree its clear that every thing is cool now that romeos here but romeo is bleeding and he winces now and then and he leans against the car doors and feels the blood in his shoes and someones crying in the phone booth at the 5 points by thestore romeo starts his engine and wipes the blood off the door and he brodys through the signal with the radio full blast leavin' the boys there hikin' up there chinos and they all try to stand like romeo beneath the moon cut like a sickle and they're talkin' now in spanish about there hero but romeo is bleeding as he gives the man his ticket and he climbs to the balcony at the movies and he'll die without a wimper like every heros dream just an angel with a bullet and cagney on the screen (Tom Waits) (C) 1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal & Electric Guitar; Frank Vicary - Tenor Sax; Ray Crawford - Electric Guitar; Charles Kynard - Organ; Jim Hughart - Bass; Chip White - Drums; Bobbye Hall - Congas $29.00 ~~~~~~ little black girl in a red dress on a hothight with a broken shoe little black girl you shoulde never left home theres probly someone thats still waitin' up for you its cold back in chicago but in los angles its worse when all you got is $29.00 and an alligator purse i see already that vulture in the fleetwood with the startruse hood can see you're trying to get you bearrings and you say hey which ways the main stem and where ever you say you're from he'll say he grew up there himself and he'll comeon and make you feel like you grew up right next door to him and you say take a left on a central and he trows it in reverse cause you only got $29.00 and an alligator purse and he'll come on like a gentleman and you'll be a little shy you say you ex old man was a sax player he'll say baby i used to play bass for sly and you say you like his cadillac, say honey, i got 2 or 3 he'll say sweetheart you're sure fortunate that you ran into me when you've done a dime in the joint you figure nothin' could be worse and you got $29.00 and an alligator purse well he got pharoh on the 8 track you start smokin' a little boo you thinkin' gettin' outofchicago was the best thing that ever happend to you startin' to like it already this cat seems to be cool and he says honey i know a good hotel out in west hollywood that'd be just right for you but he ain't know good samaritan he'll make sure he's reimursed lot more than $29.00 and a alligator purse now the sirens just an epilog the cops here always get there too late they always stop for coffee on the way to the scene of the crime then they always try so hard to look just like movie stars they couldnt catch a cold you ony wasting you dime and she's lucky to be alive the doctor whispered to the nurse she only lost a 1/2 pint of blood $29.00 and an alligator purse (Tom Waits) (C) 1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal & Electric Guitar; Da Willie Gonga - Yamaha Electric Grand Piano; Roland Bautista - Electric Guitar; Byron Miller - Bass; Rick Lawson - Drums wrong side of the road ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ put a dead cat on the railraod tracks when the wolf bains blooming by the tressel and get the eyeball of a rooster and the stones from a ditch and wash em down with bilge water and say you'll never snitch take the buttons from a yellow jacket the feather from a buzzard and the blood from the bounty hunters cold black heart catch the tears of a window in a thimble made ofglass tell your mamaand your papa theycan kiss your ass poison all the water in the wishin' well and hang all them scarecrows from a sycamore tree burn down all those honeymoons put em in a pillow case and wait next to the switch blades at the amusements park for me strangle all the cristmas carols scratch out all you prayers tie em up with barbed wire and push them down the stairs and i'll whittle you a pistol for reepin' nightmares off the blinds those sunsabitches always seem to sneak up from behind syphom all the gas from your daddys pickup truck fill up jonnys 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 and throw 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 and you'll tremble as the flames tear the throat out of the night sink your teeth into my shoulder dig your nails into my back tell that lettle girl to let go of my sleeve you'll be awoman when i catch you as you faqll in love with me then with my double barrel shotgun and a whole box of shells we'll celebrate the 4 of july we'll do 100 mph spendin' someone elses dough and we'll drive all the way to reno on the wrong side of the road (Tom Waits) (C) 1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal & Electric Guitar; Charles Kynard - Organ; Frank Vicary - Tenor Sax; Ray Crawford - Electric Guitar; Jim Hughart - Bass; Chip White - Drums whistlin' past the graveyard ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ well i come in on a night train with an arm full of box cars on the wings of a magpie cross a hooligan night and 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 i'm a mean motherhubbard papa one eyes jack you probably seen me sleepin' out by the railroad tracks go on and ask the prince of darkness what about all thet smoke come from the stack sometimes i kill myself a jackel suck out all the blood steal myself a stationwagon drivin' through the mud whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack i'm mean motherhubbard 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 born in a taxi cab i'm never comin' home whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack i'm mean motherhubbard papa one eyed jack myeyes have seen the glory of the drainin' og 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 itrains you see a locomotive probably thinkin' its a train whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack i'm a mean motherhubbard papa one eyed jack what you think is the sunshine is just a twinkle in my eye that ring around my fingers just the 4th of july when i get a little bit lonesome and a tear falls from my check theres gonna be an ocean in the middle of the week whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack i'm mean motherhubbard papa one eyed jack i rode into town on a night train with an arm full of box cars on the wings of a magpie cross a hooligan night i'm-ona 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 i'm mean motherhubbard papa one eyed jack (Tom Waits) (C) 1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal & Electric Guitar; Harold Battiste "Shine" Robinson - Electric Guitar; Herbert - Tenor Sax; Scott Edwards - Bass; Earl Palmer kentucky avenue ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ eddie graces buick got 4 bullet holes in the side charley delislesittin' at the top of an avacado tree mrs storml stab you with a steak knife if you step on her lawn i got a half pack of lucky strikes man come along with me lets fill our pockets with macadamia nuts then go ever to bobby goodmansons and jump off the roof hilda plays strip poker and her mamas across the street joey narinsky says she put her tongue in his mouth dicky faulkners got a switchblade and some goosenecks risers that eucalyptus is a hunchback theres a wind up from the south let me tie you up with kite string and i'll show you the scabs on my knee watch out for the broken glass, put your shoes and socks on and come along with me lets follow that fire truck i think your house is burning down then go down to the hobo jungle and kill some rattle snakes with a trowel we'll break all the windows in the ols anderson place and steal a bunch of boysenberrys ans swear em on our face i'll get a dollar from my mamas purse and buy that scull and crossbones ring and you can wear it round your neck on an old piece of string then we'll split on ronniie arnold and flip him the bird and slash the tires on the school bus now don't say a word i'll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials on my arm and i'll show you how to sneak up on the roof of the drugstore take the spokes from your wheellchair and a magpies wings and tie em to your shoulders and your feet i'll steal a hacksaw from my dad and cut the braces off your legs and we'll bury them tonight in the cornfield put a church key in your pocket we'll hop that freight train in the hall and we'll slide down the drain all the way to new orleans in the fall (Tom Waits) (C) 1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Orchestra Arranged & Conducted by Bob Alcivar; Vocal & Piano - Tom Waits a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ it's raining it's pouring and you didn't bring a sweater nebraska'll never let you come back home and on hollywood and vine by the trifty mart sign and night i'll be willin' to bet there's a young girl with sweet little wishes and pretty blue dreams standin' there and gettin' all wet now there's a place off the drag called the gilbert hotel there's a couple letters burned out the sign and it's better then a bus stop and they do good business every time it rains for sweet little girls with nothing in their jeans but sweet little wishes and pretty blue dreams now it's raining it's pouring the old man is snoring now i lay me down to sleep i hear the sirens in the street all the dreams are made of chrome i have no way to get back home i'd rather die before i wake like marilyn monroe and throw my dreams out in the street and the rain will make em grow now the night clerk he got a club foot and he's heard times or more he says check out time is 10 am and that's just what he means and you go up the stairs with sweet little wishes and pretty blue dreams now it's raining it's pouring and hollywoods just fine swindle a little out of her dreams put a letter in the sign never trust a scarecrow wearin' shades after dark be areful of that old bow tie he wears it takes asweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun to put those scarlet ribbons in your hair no that ain't no cherry bomb 4th of july's all done just some fool playin' that a second line from the barrel of a pretty blue gun no that ain't no cherry bomb 4th of july's all done get some fool playin' that second line from the barrel of a pretty blue gun. (Tom Waits) (C) 1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal & Electric Guitar; Gerbert Hardesty - Tenor Sax; "Shine" Robinson - Electric Guitar; Harold Battiste - Piano; Scott Edwards - Bass; Earl Palmer - Drums blue valentines ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She sends me blue valentines all the way from philadelphia to mark the anniversary of someone that I used to be and it feels just like there's a warrant out for my arrest got me checkin' in my rearview mirrror and I'm always on the run thats why I change my name and I didn't think you'd ever find me here to send me blue valentines like half forgotten dreams like a pebble in my shoe as I walk these streets and the ghost of your memory is the thistle in the kiss and the burgler that that can break a roses neck it's the tattooed broken promise that I hide beneath my sleeve and I see you every time I turn my back she sends me blue valentines though I try to remain at large they're insisting that our love must have a culogy why do I save all of this madness in the nightstand drawer there to haunt upon my shoulders baby I know I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go with a blind and broken heart that sleeps beneath my lapel she sends me blue valentines to remind me of my cardinal sin I can never wash the guilt or get these bloodstains off my hands and it takes a lot of whiskey to make these nightmares go away and I cut my bleedin' heart out every nite and I die a little more on each st. valentine day remember that I promised I would write you... these blue valentines blue valentines blue valentines (Tom Waits) (C) 1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal & Electric Guitar; Electric Guitar Solo - Ray Crawford TOM WAITS "SWORDFISHTROMBONES" (p) 1983 (Taken from the inner sleeve of the LP) UNDERGROUND ----------- Tom Waits: Vocal Victor Feldman: Bass marimba Larry Taylor: Acoustic bass Randy Aldcroft: Baritone horn Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges: Drums Fred Tackett: Electric guitar 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 SHORE LEAVE ----------- Tom Waits: Chair, vocal Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges: Drums Randy Aldcroft: Trombone Victor Feldman: Marimba, bass marimba & shaker, bass drum with rice Larry Taylor: Acoustic bass Fred Tackett: Banjo, guitar Francis Thumm: Metal aunglongs Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart I rolled down the national stroll and with a big fat paycheck strapped to my hip sack and a shore leave wristwatch underneath my sleeve in a Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels I rowed down the gutter to the Blood Bank and I'd left all my papers on the Ticonderoga and was in a bad need of a shave and so I slopped at the corner on cold chow mein and shot billards with a midget until the rain stopped and I bought a long sleeved shirt with horses on the front and some gum and a lighter and a knife and a new deck of cards (with girls on the back) and I sat down and wrote a letter to my wife and I said Baby, I'm so far away from home and I miss my Baby so I can't make it by myself I love you so Well I was pacing myself trying to make it all last squeezing all the life out of a lousy two day pass and I had a cold one at the Dragon with some Filipino floor show and talked baseball with a lieutenant over a Singapore sling and I wondered how the same moon outside over this Chinatown fair could look down on Illinois and find you there and you know I love you Baby and I'm so far away from home and I miss my Baby so I can't make it by myself I love you so Shore Leave... Shore Leave... DAVE THE BUTCHER (Instrumental) ---------------- Tom Waits: Hammond B-3 organ Victor Feldman: Bass boo bams JOHNSBURG, ILLINOIS ------------------- Tom Waits: Vocal, piano Greg Cohen: Bass She's my only true love she's all that I think of look here in my wallet that's her She grew up on a farm there there's a place on my arm where I've written her name next to mine you see I just can't live without her and I'm her only boy and she grew up outside McHenry in Johnsburg, Illinois 16 SHELLS FROM A 30.6 --------------------- Tom Waits: Vocal Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges: Drums Larry Taylor: Acoustic bass Fred Tackett: Electric guitar Victor Feldman: Brake drum, bell plate, snare Joe Romano: Trombone I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six and a Black Crow snuck through a hole in the sky so I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule and I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba and I leaned it up against a dandelion tree And I filled me a sachel full of old pig corn and I beat me a billy from an old French horn and I kicked that mule to the top of the tree and I blew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum and I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow Chorus I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin' Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six whittle you into kindlin' Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six Well I slept in the holler of a dry creek bed and I tore out the buckets from a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from a red Corvette Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree with the strings of a Washburn stretched like a clothes line you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole Repeat Chorus Now I hold him prisoner in a Washburn jail that stapped on the back of my old kick mule strapped it on the back of my old kick mule I bang on the strings just to drive him crazy I strum it loud just to rattle his cage strum it loud just to rattle his cage Repeat Chorus TOWN WITH NO CHEER ------------------ Tom Waits: Vocal harmonium, synthesizer, Freedom Bell Anthony Clark Stewart: Bag pipes Clark Spangler: Synthesizer program 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 IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD ------------------- Tom Waits: Vocal Victor Feldman: Hammond B-3 organ, snare drum, bells Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges: Parade drums, cymbals Larry Taylor: Acoustic bass Richard Reichenbach: Trombone Randy Aldcraft: Baritone horn Dick (Slyde) Hyde: Trombone Well the eggs chase the bacon round the fryin' pan and the whinin' dog pidgeons by the steeple bell rope and the dogs tipped the garbage pails over last night and there's always construction work bothering you In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood Friday's a funeral and Saturday's a bride Sey's got a pistol on the register side and the goddamn delivery trucks they make too much noise and we don't get our butter delivered no more In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood Well Big Mambo's kicking his old grey hound and the kids can't get ice cream 'cause the market burned down and the newspaper sleeping bags blow down the lane and that goddamn flatbed's got me pinned in again In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood There's a couple Filipino girls gigglin' by the church and the windoe is busted and the landlord ain't home and Butch joined the army yea that's where he's been and the jackhammer's diggin' up the sidewalks again In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood JUST ANOTHER SUCKER ON THE VINE (Instrumental) ------------------------------- Tom Waits: Harmonium Joe Romano: Trumpet FRANK'S WILD YEARS (For Frankie Z.) ------------------ Tom Waits: Vocal Ronnie Barron: Hammond organ Larry Taylor: Acoustic bass Well Frank settled down in the Valley and hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead he sold used office furniture out there on San Fernando Road and assumed a $30,000 loan at 15 1/4 % and put down payment on a little two bedroom place his wife was a spent piece of used jet trash made good bloody marys kept her mouth shut most of the time had a little Chihuahua named Carlos that had some kind of skin disease and was totally blind. They had a thoroughly modern kitchen self-cleaning oven (the whole bit) Frank drove a little sedan they were so happy One night Frank was on his way home from work, stopped at the liquor store, picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths drank 'em in the car on his way to the Shell station, he got a gallon of gas in a can, drove home, doused everything in the house, torched it, parked across the street, laughing, watching it burn, all Halloween orange and chimney red then Frank put on a top forty station got on the Hollywood Freeway headed north Never could stand that dog SWORDFISHTROMBONE ----------------- Tom Waits: Vocal Victor Feldman: Marimba, conga, bass drum, dabuki drum Larry Taylor: Electric bass Greg Cohen: Acoustic bass 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... DOWN, DOWN, DOWN ---------------- Tom Waits: Vocal Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges: Drums Eric Bikales: Organ Larry Taylor: Acoustic bass Victor Feldman: Snare & tamborine Carlos Guitarlos: Electric guitar He went down down down and the devil called him by name he went down down down hangin' onto the back of a train he went down down down this boy went solid down always chewed tobacco and the bathtub gin always chewed tobacco and the bathtub gin he went down down down this boy went solid down he went down Well he went down down down and the jumped on his head he went down down down stayin' in a broken down shed he went down down down sleepin' in the devil's bed he went down down down never listened to the words I said he went down down down down he went down Well he went down down down and the devil said where you been he went down down down he screamin' down around the bend down down down this boy went solid down He was always cheatin' and he always told lies he was always cheatin' and he always told lies he went down down down down down down this boy went solid down he went down SOLDIER'S THINGS ---------------- Tom Waits: Vocal Greg Cohen: Acoustic bass Davenports and kettle drums and swallow tail coats table cloths and patent leather shoes bathing suits and bowling balls and clarinets and rings and all this radio really needs is a fuse a tinker, a tailor a soldier's things his rifle, his boots full of rocks and this one is for bravery and this one is for me and everything's a dollar in this box Cuff links and hub caps trophies and paperbacks it's good transportation but the brakes aren't so hot neck tie and boxing gloves this jackknife is rusted you can pound that dent out on the hood a tinker, a tailor a soldier's things his rifle, his boots full of rocks oh and this one is for bravery and this one is for me and everything's a dollar in this box GIN SOAKED BOY -------------- Tom Waits: Vocal Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges: Drums Fred Tackett: Electric guitar Larry Taylor: Acoustic bass I got a belly full of you and that Leavenworth stuff now I'm gonna get out And I'm gonna get tough you been lying to me How could you crawl so low with some gin-soaked boy that you don't know I come home last night full a filth of Old Crow you said you goin' to your ma's but where the hell did you go you went and slipped out nights you didn't think that I'd know with some gin-soaked boy that you don't know Well I would bet you as far as Oklahoma by now the dogs are barking out back and you're knittin' your brow well I'm on your tail I sussed your M.O. from some gin-soaked boy boy that you don't know TROUBLE'S BRAIDS ---------------- Tom Waits: Vocal Victor Feldman: African talking drum Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges: Parade bass drum Larry Taylor: Acoustic bass Well I pulled on trouble's braids and I hid in the briars out by the quick mud stayin' away from the main roads passin' out wolf tickets downwind from the blood hounds and I pulled on trouble's braids and I lay by a cypress as quiet as a stone 'til the bleeding stopped I blew the weather vane off some old road house I build a fire in the skeleton back seat of an old Tucker and I pulled on trouble's braids I spanked cold red mud where the hornet stung deep and I tossed in the ditch in a restless sleep and I pulled on trouble's braids I hung my rain-soaked jacket on some old barbed wire poured cold rusty water on a miserable fire I pulled on trouble's braids the creek was swollen by daybreak and I could just barely see and I floated downstream on an old dead tree and I pulled on trouble's braids I pulled on trouble's braids I pulled on trouble's braids I pulled on trouble's braids RAINBIRDS (Instrumental) --------- Tom Waits: Piano Greg Cohen: Acoustic bass Francis Thumm, Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges & Richard Gibbs: Glass harmonica All compositions written by Tom Waits. All lyrics (C) 1982 Jalma Music All rights reserved. Used by permission All songs arranged by Tom Waits except 'Underground', 'Johnsburg, Illinois', 'Rainbirds' and 'In The Neighborhood' arranged by Tom Waits & Francis Thumm Recorded & mixed by Biff Dawes All songs recorded at Sunset Sound, August 1982 except 'Dave The Butcher' was recorded at Leeds Instrument Rental. 'Frank's Wild Years' was recorded by Tim Bo Production coordinator: Michael Solomon Assistant engineers: Peggy McCreary, Richard McKernon, Bill Jackson Mastered by Jeff Sanders at Kendun Recorders Inner sleeve photo by Michael Russ Album cover concept & design by Michael Russ & Tom Waits Art director: Frank Mulvey Management: Rothberg/Gerber Dedicated to my wife, Kathleen. Special thanks to Don Passman, Francis Thumm, Biff Dawes, Victor Feldman, Arlyne Rothberg & Bill Gerber and Peggy McCreary. TOM WAITS "FRANKS WILD YEARS" (p) 1987 HANG ON ST.CHRISTOPHER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits horn arrangements Greg Cohen Hang on St.Christopher through the smoke And the oil Buckle down the rumble seat Let the radiator boil Got an overhead downshift And a two dollar grill Got an 85 cabin On an 85 hill Hang on St.Christopher on the passenger side Open it up tonight the devil can ride Hang on St.Christopher with a barrel hous dog Keep me up Mt.Baldy Throw me out in the fog Tear a hole in the jack pot Drive a stake through his heart Do a 100 on the grapevine Do a jump on the start Hang on St.Christopher now don't let me go Get me to reno and bring it in low, yeah. Hang on St.Christopher with the hammer to the floor Put a hi ball in the crank case Nail a crow to the door Get a bottle for the jockey Gimme a 294 There's a 750 norton bustin' down january's door Hang on St.Christopher on the passenger side Open it up tonight the devil can ride Hang on St.Christopher now don't let me go Get me to reno got to bring it in low Put my baby on the flat car Got to burn down the caboose Get 'em all jacked up on whiskey Then we'll turn the mad dog loose Hang on St.Christopher on the passenger side Open it up tonight the devil can ride on yeah TOM WAITS vocals GREG COHEN alto horn RALPH CARNEY tenor sax MARK RIBOT guitar WILLIAM SCHIMMEL leslie bass pedals MICHAEL BLAIR drums STRAIGHT TO THE TOP (RHUMBA) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits and Greg Cohen 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 of Frankie down Live for tomorrow I have found you I'm going straight 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 of 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. TOM WAITS vocal,optigon, conga GREG COHEN leslie bass pedals RALPH CARNEY saxes LARRY TAYLOR upright bass MICHAEL BLAIR conga WILLIAM SCHIMMEL pumporgan BLOW WIND BLOW ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits Mary's on the black top There's a husband in Yhe dog house In the middle of a shakedown I got Quiet as a church mouse She found Raleigh's on The dashboard Sugar daddy caught a polocar. Ain't no solitary Tap dance way down here I swear I's ridin On a field mouse We were dancin in the slaughterhouse If you swing along the beltway Then you skid along the all day Cause I went a little crazy And I sat upon a high chair And I'm smoking like a diesel Way out here Blow wind blow - blow me away here- Blow wind blow (repeat) TOM WAITS vocal,pump organ GREG COHEN alto horn FRANCIS THUMM pump organ MICHAEL BLAIR clockenspiel TEMPTATION ~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits vocal arragements Kathleen Brennan horn arragements Greg Cohen Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time made honey slow and sweet On the fools know what it means Temptation, temptation, temptation Oh, temtation, temptation. I can't resist. I know that she is made of smoke But I've lost my way She is know that I am broke So that I must play Temptation, temptation, temptation Oh, temptation, temptation. I can't resist. Dutch pink and Italian blue She is there waiting for you My will has disappeared Now my confusions oh so clear Temptation, temptation, temptation Whoa, whoa, temptation, temptation I can't resist. TOM WAITS optigon, vocals, guitar MICHAEL BLAIR repcussion, conga, marachas RALTH CARNEY saxophone MORRIS TEPPER guitar MARK RIBOT guitar GREG COHEN bass INNOCENT WHEN YOU DREAM (BARROOM) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits The bats are in the belfry The dew is on the moor Where are the arms that held me And pledged her love before And pledged her love before Chorus: It's such a sad old feeling The fields are soft and green It's memories that I'm stealing But you innocent when you dream When you dream You're innocent when you dream Running through the graveyard We laughed my friends and I We swore we'd be together Until the day we died Until the day we died Repeat chorus I made a golden promise That we would never part I gave my love a locket And then I broke her heart And then I broke her heart Repeat chorus TOM WAITS pump organ, vocals GREG COHEN bass RALPH CARNEY violin WILLIAM SCHIMMEL piano I'LL BE GONE ~~~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits & Kathleen Brennan Tonight I'll shave the mountain I'll cut the hearts from pharoahs I pull the road off the rise Tear the memories from my eyes And in the morning I'll be gone I drink 1000 shipwrecks Tonight I'll steal your paychecks I paint the sheets across my bed The birds will all fly from my head And in the morning I'll be gone Take every dream that's breathing Find every boot that's feaving Shoot all the lights in the cafe And in the morning I'll be gone I bet 1000 dollars I have a french companion I tie myself below the deck I pull the rope around my neck And in the morning I'll be gone It takes a life to win here There is the drum of bourbon 800 pounds of nitro His boots are thunder as he plays There is a stone inside it Tonight his bones will ride it I'll need a tent to hide it And in the morning I'll be gone And in the morning I'll be gone And in the morning I'll be gone TOM WAITS vocal & rooster WILLIAM SCHIMMEL accordion GREG COHEN bass MICHAEL BLAIR marimba MORRIS TEPPER guitar RALPH CARNEY baritone horn YESTRERDAY IS HERE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits & Kathleen Brennan If you want money in your packet 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 till 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 till I'll come back again Well today is grey skies Tomorrow is tears You'll have to wait till 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 roads 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 till yesterday is here TOM WAITS vocals, guitar & tambourine LARRY TAYLOR bass PLEASE WAKE ME UP ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits & Kathleen Brennan I put my chips on her shoulder Running in carnival time She bought the things that I told her They made her eyes sparkle and shine Together we'll ring in the new year I know that she'll be my queen And if I fall asleep in your arms Please wake me up in my dreams Her out-fit was all made of vinyl Like nothing that I've ever seen When our divorces are final She'll fit right into my scheme Next to the pawnshop's a chapel I'll show you just what I mean And if I fall asleep in your arms Please wake me up in my dreams. TOM WAITS vocal, melotron & optigon RALPH CARNEY baritone horn GREG COHEN bass JAY ANDERSON bass FRANKS THEME ~~~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits Dream away the tears in your eyes Dream away your sorrows Dream away all your goodbyes Dream away tomorrow I promise when the sun comes up I promise I'll be true And just like before the band starts to play They always play your favorite tune And dream away when everyone's gone Dream away your grey skies too Dream away and nothing is wrong Dreams have wishes that are waiting for you And up ahead the road is turning Turning for you and me And just like before The band starts to play Now there's that twinkle in your eye And dream away TOM WAITS vocals, pump organ MORE THAN RAIN ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits It's more than rain falls on our parade tonight It's more than thunder it's more than thunder It's more than a bad dream now that I'm sober Nothing but sad times nothing but sad times None of our pockets are lined with gold Nobody's caught the bouquet There are no dead presidents we can fold Nothing is going our way It's more than trouble I've got myself into It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now And it's more than a bad dream now that I'm sober There's no more dancing there's no more dancing And it's more than trouble I've got myself into Nothing but sad times nothing sad times None of our pockets are lined with gold Nobody caught's the bouquet There are no dead presidents we can fold Nothing is going our way And it's more than goodbye I have to say to you It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now. TOM WAITS vocal, optigon GRAG COHEN bass WILLIAM SCHIMMEL accordion MORRIS TEPPER guitar FRANCIS THUMM prepared piano RALPH CARNEY baritone horn WAY DOWN IN THE HOLE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits 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 'bout Jesus mightly sword And they'll shield you with your their wings And keep you close to the lord Don't pay heed to temptantion For his hands are so cold You gotta help me keep the devil Way down in the hole... TOM WAITS vocals RALPH CARNEY saxes MICHAEL BLAIR percussion MARC RIBOT guitar ANGELA BROWN background vocals LESLIE HOLLAND background vocals LYNNE JORDAN background vocals GREG COHEN bass STRAIGHT TO THE TOP (VEGAS) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits and Greg Cohen arranged by Greg Cohen TOM WAITS vocal stylings WILLIAM SCHIMMEL cocktail piano RALPH CARNEY tenor sax GREG COHEN bass MICHAEL BLAIR drums I'LL TAKE NEW YORK ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits I'll tip the newsboy I'll get a shine I'll ride this dream To the end of the line I'm goin places I'll take a ride Up to the Riverside I'll make NY I'll let it happen I'll pop the cork Tear off the wrappin' I'll make a splash on the Hudson That's how I will arrive Hey, do you have two tens for a five? Roll out the carpet Strike up the band Break into the best Champagne when I land Beat the Parade drum Hit all the bars I want the moon and stars But I'll take NY I'll make it happen Blow out the candles Tear off the wrappin' And I know someday They'll have a name a street after me Right next door to old Franklin D I'll take NY I'll take NY TOM WAITS vocal WILLLIAM SCHIMMEL pump organ RALPH CARNEY sax MICHAEL BLAIR drums GREG COHEN bass TELEPHONE CALL FROM ISTANBUL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits 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 Wy baby's coming home today Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head Let me out of town is what fireball said Never trust a man in a blue tranch coat Never drive a car when you're dead Saturday's a festival Friday's a gem Die your man 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 TOM WAITS vocals, farfisa, drums GREG COHEN bass MORRIS TEPPER guitar MARC RIBOT banjo MICHAEL BLAIR drums COLD COLD GROUND ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe Never slept with a dream before he had to go away There's a bell in the tower Uncle Ray bought a round Don't worry bout the army In the cold cold ground. Cold cold ground New don't be a cry baby When there's wood in the shed There's a bird in the chimney And a stone in my bed When the road's washed out They pass the bottle around And wait in the arms Of the cold cold ground Cold cold ground There's a ribbon in the willow And a tire swing rope And a bear patch of berries Takin over the slope The cat'll sleep in the mailbox And we'll never go to town Till we bury every dream in The cold cold ground Cold cold ground Gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells Blow the roof off the goat barn Let it roll down the hill the piano is firewood Times square is a dream. I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground Cold cold ground Cold cold ground Call the cops on the Breedloves Bring a bible and a rope And a whole box of rebel And a bar of soap Make a pile of trunk tires And burn 'em all down Bring a dollar with you baby In the cold cold ground Cold cold ground Take a weathervane rooster Throw rocks at his head Stop talking to the neighbours Till we all go dead Beware of my temper And the dog that I've found Break all the windows in the Cold cold ground Cold cold ground TOM WAITS guitars & vocal DAVID HIDALGO accordion LARRY TAYLOR bass TRAIN SONG ~~~~~~~~~~ written by Tom Waits 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 take 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 TOM WAITS piano, vocal, pump organ DAVID HIDALGO accordion LARRY TAYLOR bass GREG COHEN alto horn Produced by Tom Waits Producer's assistant Ellen Smith Recorded by Danny Leake & Biff Dawes Mixed by Biff Dawes Additional engineers Tchad Blake, David Glover, Mike Kloster, Stephen Shelton, David Knight, Lorita Delacerna, Bill Higley Recorded at Sunset Sound, Los Angeles Sunset Sounds Factory, Los Angeles Universal Recording Corp., Chicago TOM WAITS "Night On Earth" (1991) original soundtrack recording film by JIM JARMUSCH music by TOM WAITS original songs by TOM WAITS & KATHLEEN BRENNAN BACK IN THE GOOD OLD WORLD (GYPSY) When I was a boy, the moon was a pearl the sun a yellow gold. But when I was a man, the wind blew cold the hills were upside down. But now that I have gone from here there's no place I'd rather be than to float my chances on the tide Back in the good old world. On October's last I'll fly back home rolling down winding way. Scare crows are all dressed in rags out at the edge of the field I lay and all I've got's a pocket full of flowers on my grave. Oh but summer is gone I remember it best Back in the good old world. GOOD OLD WORLD (waltz) When I was a boy, the moon was a pearl the sun a yellow gold. But when I was a man, the wind blew cold the hills were upside down But now that I have gone from here there's no place I'd rather be than to float my chances on the tide Back in the good old world. On October's last, I'll fly back home rolling down winding way And all I've got's a pocket full of flowers on my grave. But now summer is gone I remember it best Back in the good old world I remember when, she held my hand and we walked home alone in the rain how pretty her mouth, how soft her hair nothing can be the same and there's a rose upon her breast where I long to lay my head and her hair was so yellow and the wine was so red Back in the good old world. THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD There's a blue eyed girl with a red bow tie and a string of pearls with one good eye in a rainy town the chimney smoke will curl no one likes clowns on the other side of the world and the children know she'll never let me go. there's a one legged priest that tangos with the farmers wife Beauty and the beast is taking her own life and a tear on a letter back home turns into a lake of your own and a crow turns into a girl on the other side of the world and she tastes like the sea and she's waiting for me in the spring the weeds will show that he brought back the only rose and he gave it to his girl on the other side of the world. And I drink champagne from your thin blue viens She visits his grave wearing her mother's shawl should I shave or end it all. There's an old sailor song that the children know as their fingers curl around the other side of the world on a bone white mare lost in Kathleen's hair in the spring the weeds will show that he brought back the only rose and he gave it to his girl on the other side of the world. 1. Back In The Good Old World (gypsy) vocal (2:25) 2. Los Angeles Mood (chromium descensions) (3:20) 3. Los Angeles theme (another private dick) (4:28) 4. New York theme (hey, you can have that heartattack outside buddy) (4:04) 5. New York mood (a new haircut and a busted lip) (3:18) 6. Baby I'm not a baby anymore (Beatrice theme) (2:39) 7. Good Old World (waltz) (3:27) 8. Carnival (Brunello Del Montalcino) (3:39) 9. On The Other Side Of The World vocal (5:15) 10. Good Old World (gypsy instrumental) (3:00) 11. Paris Mood (un de fromage) (2:40) 12. Dragging a Dead Priest (4:00) 13. Helsinki Mood (4:50) 14. Carnival Bob's confession (2:10) 15. Good Old World (waltz) vocal (4:00) 16. On The Other Side Of The World (instrumental) (4:05) produced by TOM WAITS songs arranged by TOM WAITS & FRANCIS THUMM music by TOM WAITS original songs written by TOM WAITS & KATHLEEN BRENNAN published by JALMA MUSIC administered by ACKEE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) musitians RALPH CARNEY - trumpet, alto and tenor sax, bass clarinet, clarinet, baritone horn & pan pipes CLARK SUPRYNOWITZ - bass MATTHEW BRUBECK - cello JOE GORE - guitars & banjo FRANCIS THUMM - harmonium & stinson band organ MULE PATTERSON - drums, percussion & piano JOSEF BRINCKMANN - accordion TOM WAITS - vocals Recorded and mixed by BIFF DAWES at PRAIRE SUN STUDIOS Assistant engineer - JOE MARQUEZ Mastered by GEORGE HORN at FANTASY STUDIOS |