Tag Archives: Tom Waits

WASTED ON REALITY

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When you’re wasted on “reality” on Friday night or Saturday night, or any other night on Earth,  in a not-illegal-alcohol-induced haze of “I-don’t-give-a-shit-anymore” psycho-dialectician-delirium…   Tom Waits is here to rescue us from the homo sapiens mind humping, brain damaged, sour-circe-de-soul-dumping, amnesiac perversion…..  forget about it… fuck-it-in-the-mouth…. it ain’t worth it… blues-music-from-oblivion….holographic-hallucination-from-Hell.. You-liberation-music…..

WAITS BREAKS LUCE

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Here’s a Tom Waits video featuring Margrite-esque imagery and anti-Luce-ian-Time Magazine-style-war-mayhem-chaos-bankster-commercialism. For me it’s an instant-classic Waits-bash of the Apocalyptic post-American Dream. Whatever it means for you is what is means for you. Only Tom knows for sure, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t give a shit about opinions in general. Selling albums and doing your art is all anyone usually needs or wants.


TOM TIME

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Recently, I’ve become addicted to Tom Waits.  He’s the existential zen master of musical eloquence.

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.

LIE TO ME

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You got to lie to me…. If you don’t, then nothing moves on. This universe is built of lies. Think about it: if everybody always told the exact, whole, unaltered truth about every detail of their thoughts and actions we would all die an agonizing death of excruciating boredom!  Don’t take my word for it.  Try it.  Tell everyone the exact, unaltered truth about what you really think and what you really do all the time. Do it for 3 days. Even 24 hours.  Or, how about 20 minutes?  I dare you! Send me an e-mail and tell me what happened.  lrs@lawrencerspencer.com

Meanwhile, watch this Tom Waits video of his song title “LIE TO ME”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3KnCL0S_Ws&feature=share&list=AL94UKMTqg-9BDxNZOybRbK_np1W_t39Ml