Poslao: 09 Avg 2005 20:34
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Ol’ 55
(tom waits)
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...
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Poslao: 15 Avg 2005 21:39
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Time by Tom Waits
Well the smart money’s on harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you’re east of east Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
And napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
His invisible fiancee’s in the mirror
And the band is going home, it’s raining hammers, it’s raining nails
And it’s true there’s nothing left for him down here
And it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time
And they all pretend they’re orphans and their memory’s like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can’t remember tell the things you can’t forget
That history puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she’d stick around until the bandages came off
But these mama’s boys just don’t know when to quit
And mathilda asks the sailors are those dreams or are those prayers?
So close your eyes, son, and this won’t hurt a bit
Oh it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time
Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
And when they’re on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips
As the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off ’til I come back again
Oh it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time
And it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time
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Poslao: 15 Avg 2005 21:42
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Train Song 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 bring me home
I remember when I left
Without bothering to pack
You know I up and left with
Just the clothes I had on my back
Now I’m sorry for what I’ve done
And I’m out here on my own
Well it was a train that took me away from
Here but a train can’t bring me home
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Poslao: 15 Avg 2005 21:59
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Phish - Train Song
All the way home we felt we had a chance
To review the coulds before we were born
And to invite a new game of can'ts
Absorbed in the clouds a voice from afar said
"With the right device you can make a pattern grow
Or you can tune up your car"
So we stayed on the train admiring the time
As the lights of the city drew near
We drank a little wine
They were blurry and green outer space in between
With a depth and a form unclear
Then we saw it up ahead
A flickering lantern lit up on the tracks
In the rugs that had covered up the bridge
From the banks of a river to the bed
Of the valley upstream to the place we live
The glass on the lantern cast back the sight
Of a drive-in movie we drove by below
We saw where we'd been in the pictures within
Projecting all the places we would go
So we follow the scene and flowed up your steps
To a smooth wooden floor in a trance
The train whistle melody woved through the trees
And in through the door to signal the turns of a dance
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Poslao: 21 Avg 2005 18:06
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Frank’s Wild Years
by Tom Waits
Frank settled down in the valley,
And he 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 a 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 of mickey’s big mouth’s.
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.
Frank put on a top forty station,
Got on the hollywood freeway
Headed north.
Never could stand that dog.
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Poslao: 24 Avg 2005 22:36
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Strange Weather
(Tom Waits for Marianne Faithful)
Will you take me across the channel,
London bridge is falling down.
Strange a woman tries to save
What a man will try to drown.
And he’s the rain that they predicted,
Its the forecast every time.
The rose has died because you picked it
And I believe that brandy’s mine.
And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It’s the same
It’s the same
It’s the same.
The world is getting flatter,
The sky is falling all around.
And nothing is the matter
For I never cry in town.
And a love like ours, my dear,
Is best measured when it’s down.
And I never buy umbrellas,
For there’s always one around.
And all over the world strangers talk only about the weather. all over the world it’s the same
It’s the same
It’s the same.
And you know that it’s beginning,
And you know that it’s the end
When once again we are strangers
And the fog comes rolling in.
And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It’s the same
It’s the same
It’s the same.
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Poslao: 25 Avg 2005 08:04
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- Nepopravljivi optimista
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Tom Waits je tata! Postavicu jednu kratku ali efikasnu:
Starving In The Belly Of A Whale
Your life is whittled
Time's a riddle; man's a fiddle
That it plays on
When the day breaks
And the earth quakes; your life's a mistake
All day long
Who gives a good god damn
You'll never get out alive
There's no meaning; don't go dreaming
A man must test his mettle
In a crooked old world
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly of a Whale
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Razmisljao sam malo, moram jos par, ipak je covek car...
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,
'll be good to you, I'll be good to you...
Cemetery Polka
Uncle Vernon, Uncle Vernon, independent as a hog on ice
He's a big shot down there at the slaughterhouse
Plays accordion for Mr. Weiss
Uncle Biltmore and Uncle William
Made a million during World War Two
But they're tightwads and they're cheapskates
And they'll never give a dime to you
Auntie Mame has gone insane
She lives in the doorway of an old hotel
And the radio is playing opera
All she ever says is Go to hell
Uncle Violet flew as a pilot
And there ain't no pretty girls in France
Now he runs a tiny 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
Uncle Vernon, Uncle Vernon, independent as a hog on ice
He's a big shot down there at the slaughterhouse
He plays accordion for Mr. Weiss
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