Quote of the Day

Once you get two or three tunes together, wherever three or more are gathered, then others come. It’s like a line for a hot dog place, you know? And when there’s four people lined up on the sidewalk, some people will stop and get in line just ’cause there’s a line.

“Once you get two or three tunes together, wherever three or more are gathered, then others come. It’s like a line for a hot dog place, you know? And when there’s four people lined up on the sidewalk, some people will stop and get in line just ’cause there’s a line.” — Tom Waits, “Three Iconic Musicians on Artistic Creation — and Its Importance Now”, New York Times Style Magazine (2017-03-01)

Lyric of the Day — October 18th 2015

“Now you’re gone
And it’s hotels and whiskey and sad luck dames
and I don’t care if they miss me
and I never remember their names
they say if you get far enough away
you’ll be on your way back home
well I’m at the station
and I can’t get on the train

It must be blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
Blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
With your blind love
With your blind love
Stone blind love
With your blind love

Now the streets are turning blue
and the dogs are barking
and the night has come
and there are tears that are falling
from your blue eyes now
Well I wonder where you are
and I whisper your name
The only way to find you
is if I close my eyes
I’ll find you with my blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love

It’s your blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
Stone blind love
Only kind of love is stone blind love

With your blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
Stone blind love
Stone blind love

Oh it’s blind love
Blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
With your blind love
Oh it’s blind love
Blind love
With your stone blind love” — Tom Waits, “Blind Love,” Rain Dogs (1985)

Lyric of the Day — August 30th 2015

“The smart money’s on Harlow
And the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys
Are breakin’ all the laws
Oh and it’s east of East St. 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 fiancée
Is in the mirror
And the band is goin’ home
It’s raining hammers
It’s raining nails
It’s true there’s nothing
Left for him down here

And it’s time time time
And it is time
And it’s time
And it’s 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 them getting
Smaller as they pull away
Oh and the things you can’t remember
Tell the things you can’t forget
That history puts a saint
In every dream

Oh she said she’d stick around
Till the bandages came off
But these mama’s boys
Just don’t know when to quit
And Matilda asks the sailors
Are those dreams or are those prayers
Close your eyes son and this won’t hurt a bit

And it’s time time time
And it’s time time time
And it’s time time that you love
And it’s time time time

Oh and things are pretty lousy
For the calendar girls
The boys just dive right off the cars
And splash into the street
Oh 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 my lips
As the dish outside the window
Fills with rain
Oh and just like a stranger
With the weeds in your heart
Pay the fiddler off
Till I come back again

And it’s time time time
And it is time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time” — Tom Waits, “Time,” Rain Dogs (1985)