| Somewhere (from "West Side Story") (Leonard Bernstein/Stephen Sondheim 1961) | |
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There's a place for us Somewhere a place for us Peace and quiet, open air Wait for us somewhere There's a time for us Someday a time for us A time together, a time to spare Time to learn, time to care Someday, somewhere We'll find a new way of living We'll find a new way of forgiving Somewhere There's a place for us A time and a place for us Hold my hand and we're half way there Hold my hand and I'll take you there Somehow, someday, somewhere |
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| Red Shoes By The Drugstore (Tom Waits 1978) | |
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She wore red shoes by the newstand As the rain splashed the nickle Spilled like chablis all along the midway There's a little bluejay Red dress, sad night One straw in a rootbeer A compact with a cracked mirror A bottle of evening in Paris perfume What's this sad tune? He told her to wait by the magazines Take care of some business it seems Bring a raincoat Bring a suitcase Bring your dark eyes And wear those red shoes There's a dark huddle at the bus stop Unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet lil' Cesaer got caught He has going down to second He has cooled Changing stations on the chamber To steal a diamond ring 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 Dogs bayed the moon And rattled their chains And the cold jingle of taps in a puddle Was the burgler alarm Snitchin' on Cesaer The rain washes memories from the sidewalks And the hounds splash down the nickle Full of soldiers Santa Claus is drunk in the ski room It's christmas eve In a sad cafe When the moon gets this way There's a little bluejay By the newstand Red shoes, red shoes Meet me tonight by the drugstore Meet me tonight by the drugstore Meet me tonight by the drugstore W're goin' out tonight W're goin' out tonight W're goin' out tonight Wear your red shoes Red shoes, red shoes, red shoes, red shoes |
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| Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis (Tom Waits 1978) | |
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Hey Charley I'm pregnant And living on 9th street Above a dirty bookstore Off Euclid Avenue I stopped taking dope I quit drinking whiskey My old man plays the trombone And works out at the track He says that he loves me Even though its not his baby He says that he'll raise him up Like he would his own son He gave me a ring That was worn by his mother And he takes me out dancin' Every saturday night 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 I still have that record Little Anthony and the Imperials But someone stole my record player How do you like that? Hey Charley I almost went crazy After Mario got busted I went back to Omaha To live with my folks Everyone I used to know Is either dead or in prison So I came back to Minneapolis This time I think I'm gonna stay Hey Charley I think I'm happy The first time since my accident Wish I had all the money We used to spend on dope I'd buy me a used car lot I wouldn't sell any of 'em I'd just drive a different car Depending on how I feel Hey Charley for chrissakes Wanna to know the truth of it? Don't have a husband He don't play the trombone Need to borrow money To pay this lawyer And Charley, hey I'll be eligible for parole Come valentine's day |
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| Romeo Is Bleeding (Tom Waits 1978) | |
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Romeo is bleeding but not so as you'd notice He's over on 18th street as usual Lookin' so hard against the hood of his car And puttin' out a cigarette in his hand 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 with his knife And they all jump when they hear the sirens But Romeo just laughs 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 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 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 He sings along with the radio With a bullet in his chest And he combs back his fenders And they all agree it's clear That every thing is cool now that Romeos is here Romeo is bleeding he winces now and then He leans against the car door Feels the blood in his shoes Someones crying in the 5 point In the phone booth by the store Romeo starts his engines 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 all about their hero Romeo is bleeding as he gives the man his ticket He climbs to the balcony at the movies He'll die without a wimper Like every heros dream Like an angel with a bullet And Cagney on the screen Romeo is bleeding Romeo is bleeding, hey man Romeo is bleeding, hey man Romeo is bleeding, hey man Romeo is bleeding |
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| $29.00 (Tom Waits 1978) | |
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Little black girl, red dress Hot night with a broken shoe Little black girl you shoulda never left home There's probably someone that's still waitin' up for you It's cold back in Chicago Los Angles street is worse All you got is $29.00, an alligator purse I see that vulture in the fleetwood With the startruse hood Can see you're trying to get you bearing You say "hey babe, which ways the main stem" Wherever you say you're from He'll say he grew up there himself He'll come on and make you feel Like you grew up right next door to him Take a left on central Gonna throw it in reverse All you got $29.00, an alligator purse He'll come on like just a gentleman You'll be a little shy You say you ex old man was a sax player He'll says "Baby, I used to play bass for sly" You say you like his Cadillac, say honey, I got two or three Sweetheart you're sure fortunate That you ran into me Done a dime in the joint Nothin' could be worse $29.00, alligator purse Pharoh on eight track Start smokin' a little boo You thinkin' gettin' out of Chicago was just about the Best thing that ever happend to you Startin' to like it already This cat seems to be cool Babe I know a good hotel out in west hollywood Be just right for you He ain't know good samaritan He gonna make sure he's reimursed Lot more than $29.00, an alligator purse Now when the streets get hungry baby Almost hear them growl Someone setting a place for you When the dogs begin to howl The street are dim They creep and and get what's left on the bone Remember suckers always make mistakes Far Away from home And Chicken in the pot Whoever gets there first Gonna get themselves $29.00, alligator purse Now the sirens just an epilog Cops here always get there too late Always stop for coffee on the way to the scene of the crime They always try so hard just like movie stars But they couldn't catch a cold Baby don't waste your dime She's lucky to be alive The doctor whispered to the nurse She only lost a half a pint of blood $29.00, an alligator purse |
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| Wrong Side Of The Road (Tom Waits 1978) | |
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Put a dead cat on the railroad tracks Wolf bains blooming by the tressel Get the eyeball of a rooster Stones from a ditch Wash 'em down with bilge water Say you'll never snitch Take the buttons from a yellow jacket Feather from a buzzard Blood from the bounty hunters cold black heart Catch the tears of a widow In a thimble made of glass Tell your mama and your papa They can kiss your ass Poison all the water in the wishin' well Hang all them scarecrows from a sycamore tree Burn down them honeymoons Put 'em in a pillow case Wait next to the switch blades at the amusement park for me Strangle all the christmas carols Scratch out all you prayers Tie 'em up with barbed wire And push them down the stairs I'll whittle you a pistol Keepin' nightmares off your blinds Them sunsabitches always seem to sneak up from behind Syphon all the gas from your daddys pickup truck Fill up Jonny's T-Bird I got a couple bucks Put on little perfume and ribbon in your hair Careful that you don't wake up the hounds Tear a bolt of lightning Off the side of the sky Throw her in the cedar chest If you want me to tell you why Bring the gear shift knob from a 49 mere And lay down here beside me Let me hold you in the dirt Your gonna tremble Tear the throat out of the night Sink your teeth into my shoulder Dig your nails into my back Tell that little girl to let go of my sleeve You'll be a woman when I catch you C'mon baby, fall in love with me With my double barrel shotgun A whole box of shells We'll celebrate the 4 of July We'll do 100mph Spendin' someone elses dough Drive all the way to Reno On the wrong side of the road Wrong side of the road On the wrong side of the road Wrong side of the road Wrong side of the road Wrong side of the road |
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| Whistlin' Past The Graveyard (Tom Waits 1978) | |
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I come in on a night train With an arm full of box cars On the wings of a magpie Cross a hooligan night I busted up a chifforobe Way out by the cocomo Cooked up a mess a mulligan And got into a fight Whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack A mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack You probably seen me sleepin' Out by the railroad tracks Go on and ask the Prince Of Darkness What about all that smoke Come from the stack Sometimes I kill myself a jackel Suck out all the blood Steal myself a stationwagon Drivin' through the mud I want to whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack I'm mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack I know you seen my headlights And the honkin' of my horn I'm callin' out my bloodhounds Chase the devil through the corn Last night I chugged the Mississippi Now that suckers dry as a bone I'm Born in a taxi cab I'm never comin' home Whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack I'm mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack My eyes have seen the glory Of the drainin' of the ditch I only come to Baton Rouge To find myself a witch I'm-ona snatch me up a Couple of 'em every time it rains You see a locomotive Probably thinkin' its a train Whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack I'm a mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack What you think is the sunshine Is just a twinkle in my eye That ring around my finger Called the 4th of July When I get a little bit lonesome And a tear falls from my check There's gonna be an ocean in The middle of the week Whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack I'm mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack I come into town on a night train Arm full of box cars On the wings of a magpie Cross a hooligan night I'm gona tear me off a rainbow And wear it for a tie I never told the truth So I can never tell a lie Whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack A mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack |
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| Kentucky Avenue (Tom Waits 1978) | |
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Eddie Graces Buick got 4 bullet holes in the side Charley Delisle sittin' at the top of an avacado tree Mrs Storm'll stab you with a steak knife if you step on her lawn I got a half pack of lucky strikes man so 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 Navinsky says she put her tongue in his mouth Dicky Faulkners got a switchblade And some gooseneck risers That eucalyptus is a hunchback There's a wind up from the south So let me tie you up with kite string 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 ol' Anderson place And steal a bunch of boysenberrys And swear 'em on our face I'll get a dollar from my mamas purse Buy that scull and crossbones ring And you can wear it round your neck on an old piece of string Then we'll spit on Ronnie Arnold Flip him the bird Slash the tires on the school bus Now don't say a word I'll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials in my arm And I'll show you how to sneak up on the roof of the drugstore I'll Take the spokes from your wheelchair And a magpies wings And I'll tie em to your shoulders and your feet I'll steal a hacksaw from my dad Cut the braces off your legs And we'll bury them tonight out in the cornfield Just put a church key in your pocket We'll hop that freight train in the hall We'll slide all the way down the drain To new orleans in the fall |
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| A Sweet Little Bullet From A Pretty Blue Gun (Tom Waits 1978) | |
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Well it's raining it's pouring Didn't bring a sweater Nebraska never let you come back home And on Hollywood and Vine By the thrifty mart sign Any night I'll be willin' to bet There's a young girl With sweet little dreams And pretty blue wishes Standin' there just gettin' all wet Now there's a place off the drag Called the Gilbert Hotel And there's a couple letters burned out the sign And it's better then the bus stop And they do good business Every time it rains For little girls With nothing in their jeans But pretty blue wishes Sweet little thing And it's raining it's pouring Old man is snoring Now I lay me down to sleep I hear the sirens in the street All my 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 let the Rain make 'em grow Now the night clerk he got a club foot He's heard every hard luck story At least a hundred times or more He says check out time is 10am And that's just what he means Go up the stairs With your sweet little wishes Your pretty blue dreams And it's raining it's pouring Hollywood's just fine Swindle a little out of her dreams Another letter in the sign Now never trust a scarecrow Wearin' shades after dark Be careful of that old bow tie he wears It takes a sweet 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 second line From the barrel of a pretty blue gun No that ain't no cherry bomb 4th of July's all done Just some fool playin' that second line From the barrel of a pretty blue gun |
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| Blue Valentines (Tom Waits 1978) | |
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She sends me blue valentines All the way from Philadelphia To mark the anniversary Of someone that I used to be And it feels like there's a warrant out for my arrest Baby you got me checkin' in my rearview mirrror That's why I'm always on the run That's why I change my name 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 Baby is the thistle in the kiss It's the burgler that that can break a roses neck It's the tattooed broken promise I gotta hide beneath my sleeve I'm gonna see you every time I turn my back She sends me blue valentines Though I try to remain at large They're insisting that our love Must have a eulogy Why do I save all of this madness Here in the nightstand drawer There to haunt upon my shoulders Baby I know I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go With this blind and broken heart That sleeps beneath my lapel Still these 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 whole lot of whiskey To make these nightmares go away And I cut my bleedin' heart out every night And I'm gonna die just a little more on each St. Valentine's day Don't you remember I promised I would write you These blue valentines Blue valentines Blue valentines |
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