| Hang On St. Christopher (Tom Waits 1987) | |
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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 house dog Kick 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 to me 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 |
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| Straight To The Top (Rumba) (Tom Waits/Greg Cohen 1987) | |
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I'm going straight to the top oh yeah up where the air is fresh and clean I'm going straight up to the top, oh yeah If you know me, you know what I mean I can't let sorrow pull ol' Frankie down Live for tomorrow I have found you I'm going straight up to the top, oh yeah Up where the air is fresh and clean I just know that I will never stop, oh no Until I know I'm wild and free I'm like a champagne bubble pop pop pop I'm like those birdies high up in the trees I can't let sorrow pull ol' Frankie down Live for tomorrow I have found you out I'm going straight up to the top oh yeah Up where the air is fresh and clean, yeah I can't let sorrow pull ol' Frankie down Live for tomorrow I have found you I'm going straight up to the top, oh yeah Up where the air is, up where the air is Up where the air is up, where the air is Up where the air is fresh and clean |
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| Blow Wind Blow (Tom Waits 1987) | |
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Blow wind blow wherever you may go Put on your overcoat, take me away You gotta take me on into the night Take me on into the night Blow me away, blow me away Mary's on the black top There's a husband in the 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 There's no solitary tap dance way down here Blow wind blow wherever you may go Put on your overcoat, take me into the night Take me on into the night Blow me away I ride upon a field mouse I was dancin' in the slaughterhouse And it was swing along the beltway You skid along there all day Cause I went a little crazy And I sat upon a high chair And I'm smokin like a diesel way out here And if you blow wind blow wherever you may go Put on your overcoat, take me away You gotta to take me on into the night Well you take me on into the night Blow me away, blow me away You gotta blow mw away, blow me away |
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| Temptation (Tom Waits 1987) | |
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Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Temptation, temptation, temptation I can't resist I just know that she's made of smoke But I've lost my way, yeah She knows that I am broke But I must play, yeah Temptation, temptation yeah, temptation I can't resist oh, whoa, temptation, temptation, temptation I just can't resist Dutch pink and Italian blue She there waiting there for you My will has disappeared My confusion's oh so clear Temptation, temptation, temptation I can't resist Temptation, temptation, temptation I just can't resist Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Temptation, temptation, temptation Temptation, temptation, temptation |
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| Innocent When You Dream (Barroom) (Tom Waits 1987) | |
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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 And it's such a sad old feeling Oh, the fields are soft and green It's memories that I'm stealing But you're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream 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 And it's such a sad old feeling Oh, the fields are soft and green And it's memories that I'm stealing But you're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream We're running through the graveyard And we laughed my friends and I We swore we'd be together Until the day we died Until the day we died And it's such a sad old feeling Oh, the fields are soft and green And it's memories that I'm stealing But you're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream And it's such a sad old feeling The fields are soft and green And it's memories that I'm stealing But you're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream |
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| I'll Be Gone (Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan 1987) | |
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Tonight I'll shave the mountain I'll cut the hearts from pharoahs I pull the road off of the rise Tear the memories from my eyes In the morning I'll be gone I drink a thousand 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 leaving Shoot all the lights in the cafe And in the morning I'll be gone I bet a thousand dollars I have a french companion I tie myself below the deck I pull the rope around my neck In the morning I'll be gone It takes a life to win her There is a 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 And in the morning I'll be gone And in the morning I'll be gone |
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| Yesterday Is Here (Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan 1987) | |
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If you want money in your pocket A top hat on your head A hot meal on your table And a blanket on your bed Well today is grey skies Tomorrow is tears You'll have to wait til yesterday is here Well I'm going to New York City And I'm leaving on a train And if you want to stay behind And wait til I come back again Today's grey skies Tomorrow is tears you'll have to wait til yesterday's here If you want to go Where rainbows end You'll have to say goodbye All our dreams come true Baby up ahead And it's out where your memories lie Well the road is out before me And the moon is shining bright What I want you to remember As I disappear tonight Today's grey skies Tomorrow's tears You'll have to wait til yesterday is here Today's grey skies Tomorrow's tears You'll have to wait til yesterday's here You'll have to wait til yesterday's here You'll have to wait til yesterday's here |
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| Please Wake Me Up (Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan 1987) | |
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I put my chips on her shoulder Running in carnival time She bought the things that I told her 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 outfit was all made of vinyl Like nothing that I've ever seen When our divorces are final She'll fit right into my scheme 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 |
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| Frank's Theme (Tom Waits 1987) | |
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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 to 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 |
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| More Than Rain (Tom Waits 1987) | |
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It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight It's more than thunder it's more than thunder And 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 filled with gold Nobody's caught the boquet There are no dead presidents we can fold Nothing is going our way And 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 but sad times None of our pockets are filled with gold Nobody's caught the boquet 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 And it's more than goodbye, I have to say to you It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now And it's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now |
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| Way Down In The Hole (Tom Waits 1987) | |
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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 We just gotta help me keep the devil Way down in the hole All the angels sing about Jesus' mighty sword And they'll shield you with their wings And keep you close to the lord Don't pay heed to temptation For his hands are so cold You gotta help me keep the devil Way down in the hole Down in the hole, down in the hole Down in the hole, down in the hole Down in the hole, down in the hole You gotta help me keep the devil Down in the hole |
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| Straight To The Top (Vegas) (Tom Waits/Greg Cohen 1987) | |
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I'm going straight to the top, woa I'm going 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 Mr Sorrow try and pull ol' Frankie down We'll live for tomorrow I have found you Straight to the top I'm going up where the air is fresh and clean I know I'm never gonna stop Until I know, I know I'm wild and free Hey, I'm going straight up to the top And if you know me, you know what I mean I can't let ol' Mr Sorrow try and pull down I'll live for tomorrow I have found you I'm going straight to the top, woa I'm going up where the air is fresh and clean I can't let Mr Sorrow try and pull ol' Frankie down We'll live for tomorrow I have found you Straight to the top, oh yeah Up where the air is, up where the air is Up where the air is, up where the air is Up where the air is fresh and clean How about that band |
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| I'll Take New York (Tom Waits 1987) | |
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I'll tip the newsboy, I'll get a shine I'll ride that dream to the end of the line I'm gonna be going places, I'll get a ride Take me to the Riverside, I'll gonna take you New York I'll make it happen, climb on the caboose I'm drinking Manhattan, I'll take a splash on the big town That's how I will arrive, have you got two tens for a five? You've gotta roll out the carpet, Strike up the band Break into the best champagne when I land You gotta beat the parade drum, hit all the bars I want the moon and stars,I'm gonna take you New York I'll make it happen, climb on the caboose I'm drinking Manhattans And I know someday they'll going to name a street after me Right next door to old Franklin D I'm going to take you big town Come on New York come on move over big town I'll take New York, come big town Come on get happy, New York Come on |
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| Telephone Call From Istanbul (Tom Waits 1987) | |
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All night long on the broken glass Livin in a medicine chest Mediteromanian hotel back Sprawled across a roll top desk The monkey rode the blade on an overhead fan They paint the donkey blue if you pay I got a telephone call from Istanbul My baby's coming home today Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head Get me out of town is what fireball said Never trust a man in a blue trench coat Never drive a car when you're dead Saturday's a festival, Friday's a gem Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem follow me to beulah's on dry creek road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head Get me out of town is what fireball said Never trust a man in a blue trench coat Never drive a car when you're dead Saturday's a festival, Friday's a gem Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem follow me to beulah's on dry creek road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed I got to cut a hole in the day I got a telephone call from Istanbul My baby's coming home today Sell me one of those if I shave my head Get me out of town is what fireball said Never trust a man in a blue trench coat Never drive a car when you're dead Saturday's a festival, Friday's a gem Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem follow me to beulah's on dry creek road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed | |
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| Cold Cold Ground (Tom Waits 1987) | |
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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 about the army in the cold cold ground Cold cold ground, cold cold ground, cold cold ground Now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed There's a bird in the chimmney 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 The cold cold ground, the cold cold ground, cold cold ground There's a ribbon in the willow there's a tire swing rope And a briar patch of berries takin over the slope The cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town Til we bury every dream in the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground, the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground, in the 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 In the cold cold ground, cold cold ground, in the 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 In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground Take a weathervane rooster throw rocks at his head Stop talking to the neighbors til we all go dead Beware of my temper and the dog that I've found Break all the windows in the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground |
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| Train Song (Tom Waits 1987) | |
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Well I broke down in East St. Louis on the Kansas City line Drunk up all my money that I borrowed every time And I fell down at the derby, 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've come ten thousand miles away, not one thing to show 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 Don't 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 It was a train that took me away from here But a train can't bring me home It was a train that took me away from here But a train can't bring me home |
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| Innocent When You Dream (78) (Tom Waits 1987) | |
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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 It's such a sad old feeling The hills are soft and green It's memories that I'm stealing But you're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream 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 It's such a sad old feeling The fields are soft and green It's memories that I'm stealing But you're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream, 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 It's such a sad old feeling The hills are soft and green It's memories that I'm stealing But you're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream, when you dream |
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