Tag: tom waits

I like my town with a little drop of poison
Nobody knows, they’re lining up to go insane
I’m all alone, I smoke my friends down to the filter
But I feel much cleaner after it rains
And she left in the fall, that’s her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison
Did the Devil make the world while God was sleeping
You’ll never get a wish from a bone
Another wrong goodbye and a hundred sailors
that deep blue sky is my home …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ftPbq6nXRvU
Tom Waits – Little drop of poison

Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me
Come closer don’t be shy
Stand beneath a rainy sky
The moon is over the rise
Think of me as a train goes by
Clear the thistles and brambles
Whistle ‘Didn’t He Ramble’
Now there’s a bubble of me
And it’s floating in thee
Stand in the shade of me
Things are now made of me
The weather vane will say…
It smells like rain today
God took the stars and he tossed ’em
Can’t tell the birds from the blossoms
You’ll never be free of me
He’ll make a tree from me
Don’t say good bye to me
Describe the sky to me
And if the sky falls, mark my words
We’ll catch mocking birds
Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=acv_a6O8doo
Tom Waits – Green Glass

Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
– David Mitchell – Cloud Atlas

In between love …
who can tell what we may find …
… loves like women,
it’s cool and breezy …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1CA-oqE5NnE&persist_app=1&app=m
Tom Waits – In between love

… I disappear in your name
But you must wait for me
Somewhere across the sea …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=aEj-mrwwaxo&persist_app=1&app=m
Tom Waits – Alice

… I disappear in your name
But you must wait for me
Somewhere across the sea …
– Tom Waits – Alice
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=aEj-mrwwaxo&persist_app=1&app=m

While I was an honorable man in her eyes, she did not love me. But the minute she understood what I was, when she breathed the true and foul odor of my soul, love was born in her – for she does love me !
Well, well ! There is nothing real, then, except evil.
– Octave Mirbeau –