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hiphopnation Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-04-07 04:06 AM
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"well I wish I was in New Orleans..."
god bless ya Tommy...









he invented his own dance!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OLA6AiZlVw
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Indi Guy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-04-07 04:15 AM
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1. Tom "Waits" for no one...
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hiphopnation Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-04-07 05:12 AM
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2. god
tom eases the pain

does that make sense?


listening to him always makes me feel better. god love tom waits! he waits for no man, and yet he waits for us all.

:thumbsup:
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Indi Guy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-04-07 05:24 AM
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3. Well said...
Only the sufferers can speak truth to pain.
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RetroLounge Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-04-07 12:35 PM
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4. Tom Waits, I Hate You...
Tom Waits, I Hate You--

the way your voice snags
my skin when I’m waltzing
through a coffee shop, for the thousand
crows caught in your throat,
how it rains
every time I play “Tom Traubert’s Blues.”
I hate you for every Valentine you never sent.
Call me indigo, azure, cerulean; call me
every shade of blue for being born
two decades after you.

I hate you for every cornfield, filling
station, phone booth I’ve passed with my feet
on the dash, listening to you pluck
nightingales from a piano; writhing
as if it were my ribcage being played
beneath a moon that is no grapefruit,
but the bottom of a shot glass.

For every bad relationship, every dead pet,
and every car I’ve wrecked
into light posts trying to tune you out;
for all the lost radios, Walkmans
tossed over bridges--still the sound of you
rising from water like a prayer at midday,
or the ragged song of cicadas
tugging frogs out of watery homes.

For every lounge lizard, raindog, barfly
I've met; for every vinyl booth I’ve been pushed
into by a boy with a bad haircut;
for every man I’ve fucked
according to the angle of his chin
or the color of his coat.
Tom Waits, I hate you.

Well, the night is too dark
for dreaming; the barman bellows out
last call; and you’ve turned me into a gun-
street girl with a pistol and a grudge
and an alligator belt, a pocket
full of love letters
that have never been sent.

Simone Muench

:hi:

RL
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Tuesday Afternoon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-04-07 01:20 PM
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5. Take me home --
Edited on Sun Nov-04-07 01:25 PM by Tuesday Afternoon
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Bennyboy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-04-07 01:28 PM
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6. The Piano has been drinking!
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abq e streeter Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-04-07 04:01 PM
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7. Deal the cards, roll the dice, if it ain't that old Chuck E. Weiss...
anyone else here ever seen Chuck E. Weiss and the Goddam Liars?
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hiphopnation Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-04-07 10:51 PM
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8. operator, number please
it's been so many years
she remembers my old voice, while i fight the tears

hello, hello there is this Martha this is old Tom Frost
i am calling long distance, don't worry about 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 days of roses, poetry and prose and Martha
all i had was you and all you had was me



god that one always gets me...:cry:
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