Альбом Tom Waits

it's too early for the circus, it's too late for the bars, no one's sleepin'
but the paperboys, and no one in this town is makin' any noise, but the dogs
and the milkmen and me.

the girls around here all look like cadillacs, no one likes a stranger here,
i'd come home but i'm afraid that you won't take me back, but i'd trade off
everything just to have you near.

i know i'm irresponsible and i don't behave, and i ruin everything that i
do, and i'll probably get arrested when i'm in my grave, but i'll be savin'
all my love for you.

i paid fifteen dollars for a prostitute, with too much makeup and a broken
shoe, but her eyes were just a counterfeit, she tried to gyp me out of it, but
you know that i'm still in love you.

don't listen to the rumors that you hear about me, cause i ain't as bad as
they make me out to be, well i may lose my mind but baby can't you see, that
i'll be savin' all my love for you.

Well, your skeletons in the closet are introducing themselves
The knick-knacks wisecrack there on the shelf
You told him that you loved him, but he's hissin' at you
What else is new, what else is new, what else is new

Cause your old man's a counterfeit, your daughter's a lush
It's you and Mickey Spillane, and the lady's in a hush(?)
Someone's stealin' your heart, someone's stealin' your car
What else is new

Well now, your creditors hate you, and so do your kids
Your footballin' sweetheart is down on the skids
And now the parks are full of fugitives, the trees are on fire
What else is new, what else is new

Now you see, the cigarette machines are busted, you can't get no change
And somebody cancels everything you arrange
For every invitation gets your RSVP
What else is new, what else is new, what else is new, what else is new

Well now, the rockin' chair's busted, your ashtrays are full
Your evenings and your afternoons are usually dull
So you toast to the Toastmaster toaster and you
What else is new, what else is new, what else is new, what else is new

You gotta tell me, what else is new
What else is new
What else is new, what else is new, what else is new
What else is new

The blood upon the bridal wreath
The bridal wreath, the bridal wreath
The devil shows his shiny teeth
His shiny teeth, his shiny teeth
Oh, shiny teeth

Now take a seat there by the door
He'll leave you on the killing floor
He's gone and set the clouds on fire
They're burning there forever more

The wind has blown the clouds away
The clouds away, the clouds away
It soon will be our wedding day
Our wedding day, our wedding day
The sun will shine

The sun will shine, the birds will sing
I'll give my love a wedding ring
The briar and the rose shall be
Entwined, my love, forever more

The sun will shine, the birds will sing
I'll give my love a wedding ring
The briar and the rose shall be
Entwined, my love, forever more

Oh, knock on the hickory of a peg-leg man
A peg-leg man, a peg-leg man
I'll wait beneath a blood-red moon
A blood-red moon, a blood-red moon
'Neath a blood-red moon

I'd rather die than part from you
I have a lovely wish for you
I'll wait here by the shady bush
You'll be mine forever more

(Tom Waits/William Burroughs)

The flash pan hunter sways with the wind
His rifle is the sound of the morning
Each sulfurous bullet way have it's own wit
Each cartridge comes with a warning
Beware of elaborate telescopic meats
They will find their way back to the forest

CHORUS
For Wilhelm can't wait
To be Peg Leg's crown
As the briar is strangling
The rose back down

His back shall be my slender new branch
It will sway and bend in the breeze
As the devil does his polka
Wit ha hatchet in his hand
As a sniper in the branches of the trees
As the vulture flutters down
As the snake sheds his dove
Wilhelm's cutting off his fingers
So they'll fit into his glove

CHORUS

You think you've found in heaven a bliss
With each caress from her fingertips
But I forgot more than you'll ever know about her

You think you know the smile on her lips
The thrill and the touch from her fingertips
But I forgot more than you'll ever know about her

You stole her from me one day
You didn't care how you hurt me
But you can never steal away
The memories of what used to be

You stole her from me one day
You didn't care how you hurt me
But you can never steal away
The memories of what used to be

You think she's yours to have and to hold
One day you'll find when the love grows cold
That I forgot more than you'll ever know about her
I forgot more than you'll ever know about her

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

Adventure
Men of adventure
Conquering the world
Conquering the world
The world of adventure
The world of adventure
The world of adventure
Our journey begins in a world of adventure

Fishers of men(1), fishers of men
Up one side and back again
Along the river of men

Our trusty oars are in the boat
Along the river of men
(Sing with me, John!)
Along the river of men
Along the river of men
Up one side and back again
Along the river of men (of men)

He yells at the crew, they get nothing to eat
Along the river of men
And it's up one side and back again
Along the river of men (of men)
Along the river of men
Along the river of men
Along the river of men

As I slow down on purple avenues
To march around in April's shoes
The weathervanes remind
Of summertimes that I've left behind
All the money's gone for Auld Lang Syne
I spent on Eastern Standard Time
What happened to my roll)
September fell right through the hole
All I've got is empty pockets now

Oh why does August try so hard
To hoist me on my own petard
I've learned one thing from losing her
An ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure
The shadows fall, I cannot thread
The tenor of the things you've said
All that's left is flesh and bone
The lights are on but no one's home
All I've got is empty pockets now

I spill myself another drink
I count the whiskers in the sink
The orchestra is blind
But I've never been the worrying kind
Subsequently and furthermore
I'll sleep right here on the draining board
I will never be paroled
I like to drink them while they're cold
All I've got is empty pockets now

That old time feeling
Goes sneaking down the hall
Like an old grey cat in winter
Keeping close to the wall

Well, my time went so quickly
I went lickety-splitly
Out to my ol' 55
As I pulled away slowly
Feeling so holy
God knows I was feeling alive

Now, the sun's coming up
I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeway, cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade
And I lead the parade
Just a-wishin' I'd stayed a little longer
Oh Lord, let me tell ya that the feeling getting stronger

And it's six in the morning
Gave me no warning
I had to be on my way
Well, there's trucks all a-passin' me
And the lights all are flashing
I'm on my way home from your place

And now the sun's coming up
And I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeway, cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade
And I lead the parade
Just a-wishin' I'd stayed a little longer
Oh Lord, let me tell ya, the feeling getting stronger

And my time went so quickly
I went lickety-splitly
Out to my ol' 55
As I pulled away slowly
Feeling so holy
God knows I was feeling alive

And now the sun's coming up
I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeway, cars and trucks
Freeway, cars and trucks
Freeway, cars and trucks

They say you're seeing someone, you're wearing his ring
They say you laughed when you heard my name
They say he takes you dancing, he holds you so near
They say he'll buy you anything
Tell me am I foolish, I don't believe these stories
Darling, I'll be coming home soon

Louise, Louise, if it's true
Tell it, tell it to me

Well, I know you will not see me, but I hear you have a daughter
I hear she has my eyes
They say she calls him "father", and that he's proud of her
And that he believes all of your lies
But for all your faithless beauty, I give all my tomorrows
And if you're still thinking of me

Louise, Louise, if it's true
Tell it, tell it to me

Took a job in Tennessee
To build a life for us
Give a kiss to win a heart
Take a kiss to break apart

They say you're seeing someone, you're wearing his ring
They say you laughed when you heard my name
They say he takes you dancing, he holds you so near
They say he'll buy you anything
Well, tell me am I foolish, I don't believe these stories
Darling, I'll be coming home soon

Louise, Louise, if it's true
Tell it, tell it to me
Oh Louise, Louise, if it's true
Tell it, tell it to me
Oh Louise, Louise, if it's true
Tell it, tell it to me

Stop me if you've heard this one. Well, I said, looky here, baby, I'm here for the same reason you are. I've been married to the same woman for twenty-five years, and not once has she asked me what I do for a living. She tells me that she loves me but I know that she's a gyppy. I find matchbooks in her purse from every goddam bar in town. Her mother's a transvestite and her father was always a Fuller Brush man, but he was bald as a doorknob and hell, I was afraid to try.

I had a vasectomy when I was thirteen years old, when I knocked up this thirteen hundred pound Mexican woman. I didn't have a green card and I worked for her father for seven years, at the Hermasillo Chamber of Commerce. Hell, I had minimum wage and shit, and I finally told him hey, he could have his job for crying out loud. And I told her I was going out for a pack of cigarettes one night. I got into a taxi cab and told him to take me to East St Louis, I'll pay whatever's on the meter.

Now that's when I hooked up with this pharmacist, you see? Yeah, this pharmacist, crazy pharmacist, you see? Let me sweep up in the apothecary for a hot meal and some Neosenephrin while I studied hotel management at night. Well, I finally got ready for the exam and I rented a room above a barber shop, when Jimmy the Lock one night broke in, stole some Lucky Tiger, a half pint of Bay Rum, and a 'Field & Stream' magazine. I caught a cross-town bus. Well you see, I told the guy to let me off at the nearest bar and I walked inside and what do you know? That's right! A girl I hadn't seen in fifteen years recognized me after a shave and told me that she thought we could make beautiful music together. And I said, 'Baby, I have a tin ear' and she said, 'Shit, I have a glass eye and a bum leg'.

So we went to her place and I found she was running guns to Africa and selling Avon products without a license, so I borrowed a car to go to the beach and meet new friends. Damn! Eh-he-he... Well, that ain't the half of it, man, you know... boy, have I got troubles, man... Well, I was pulled over for driving without sunglasses and Bermudas, and I was harassed and intimidated until we got to talking about Pete Kelly's blues, and I know a guy named Webb, and they gave me a free color brochure booklet on how to avoid child molesting, and I drove away with a new lease on life and ten dollars in my pocket, which I spent on an out-of-print Cozy Cole album at Music Man Murray's, which I considered an investment in the future. Along with a hi-fi recording of the 1959 Grand Prix at Sebring, which was in the wrong jacket and turned out to be a Rudy Ray Moore album.

Well anyhow, I'd been trying to lay my hands on that sucker for years, and needless to say I was beside myself, so I turned to myself and I said 'Hey Earl! You gonna be a bum all your life?' You know. I said, 'Are you talking to ME?' Eh-he... Earl was one of my aliases at the time, you see. I was traveling under the name of Earl Scheib, maybe you've heard of me? Well anyhow, to make a long story short, I threw in with these Italian guys in Montebello. Well, they talked me into opening up a used-food restaurant, and hell you know, you got used cars, used clothes, used furniture, why not used food, well? For the less fortunate people who don't get out much, you know what I mean.

Anyhow, on opening night this one-armed bass-player goes berserk right in front of the goddam place. With search lights and all, well that attracted the authorities over there.. eh-he... They were tipped off, you see. I always maintained that it was a real inside job, and they discovered it was a front for a prosthetics supermarket and a pet hospital. Anyhow... I was at a loss for words, and I was sent to two years in prison, but they suspended the sentence, and had me listen to a band called Mondray for six months and no parole.

Anyhow, I got out and I swore I was going straight. I got the first flight to Vegas where I enrolled in a major university and spent two years studying to be a typing teacher. My analyst said it was the healthiest thing he ever heard of. Anyhow, before the end of the fiscal year I was living on chicken and wine, I'm not talking about bullshit here! No record. Clean. Every night I'd put on a tie and hit the after hours bars with my old beat-up Underwood typewriter. I'd only read about these places in 'Tally's Corner', mind you.

Anyhow, here I was with shades on hanging out in the bar. Well, this trombone player named Marcel Tupee asked me if I wanted to sit in one night, and of course I was nervous and scared and shit. Well, 'he who hesitates is lost', and when I got on the bandstand they hit me with the spotlight, and I knew that something was happening, and they kicked off a blues in B-flat and I just typed, man! Like a crazy man! Typed like a crazy man, all that woodsheddin' had paid off, and oh hell, baby, 'You Scheeeeeib man!' You've heard the story a thousand times, I know. I don't wanna bore you. It's a dime store novel, and hell, you know the rest.

I got strung out and then I got my own group, and started playing the MYF meetings, like three shows a night, four on the weekends, and I couldn't pay the band, they left me flat one night in Montgomery Wards. I was there, you know, bartering for some band uniforms, and hell, I ain't seen high nor hell of 'em since. So I got out of the racket. Went back to my first wife and begged her to take me back, told her I'd changed, there'd be no more of them bondage scenes, and I'm a new man. She slapped me with a fifteen dollar bill for an orthodontist who claimed I walked the check on some braces. Are you sure you wanna hear this, man?

Anyhow, she gave me the bums rush, Jack, and I got a job sweeping up at Yonkers' race track. And one afternoon right in the middle of the daily double, I got inspiration. I remembered Hitler's phone number. That's right, thirteen thirteen, lucky number! And I put everything I had, sixty-eight bucks, on number thirteen, 'Big Blitz', and it paid ten to one. I got twelve hundred and sixty bucks. Quit my job, drove all night to New Orleans where I met the girl of my dreams, woke her up and played the long version of 'Harlem Nocturne' on my trumpet. She called the paramedics and they shot me full of thorozine, and said take a long walk off a short pier, well I ain't no fool! No siree! I got me three hots and a flop and the first thing smokin' out of town, if you understand what I mean.

And baby, I saw you in nineteen fifty-seven. Nineteen fifty-seven in a Lincoln Continental with Rhode Island plates, passing me on Route 66 doing seventy-five miles an hour, with a blue scarf around your neck, smoking a Lucky Strike, and wearing Chanel No. 5, with a Rosemary Clooney ringer on the radio, and I knew you didn't see me. But I saw you! And I told myself that night, that I gotta get next to that girl.

So what do you say you slide down a stool, and we could get acquainted?

Come on, sister, Papa's in the swing
Ain't too hip now, about that new breed babe
He ain't no drag
Papa's got a brand new bag

Come here, mama, and dig this crazy scene
Ain't too hip now, but his line is pretty clean
He ain't no drag Papa's got a brand new bag

He's doin' the Jerk, he's doin' the Fly
Don't play him cheap, cause you know he ain't shy
He's doin' the Monkey, the Mashed Potatoes
Jump back Jack, see you later alligator

Come on, sister, Papa's in the swing
Ain't too hip now, about that new breed, babe
He ain't no drag Papa's got a brand new bag

Papa, he's doin' the, doin' the Twist
He's doin' the Twist just like this
He's doin' the Fly every day and every night
And the Thing, like the Boomerang

Papa! I said Papa!
Come on Hey! Hey!
Come on
Hey! Hey!
It's so nice, it's out of sight
Come on Hey! Hey!
Come on
Hey!

Once i built a railroad, i made it run
I made it run against time
Once i built a railroad, and now it's done
Buddy, can you spare a dime?

Once i built a tower way up to the sun
Of bricks and morter and lime
Once i built a tower, and now it's done
Buddy can you spare a dime?

Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell
Full of that yankee-doodlee-dum
A half-a-million boots went sloggin' through hell
And i was the kid with the drum

Say don't you remember, you called me al
It was al all the time
Say don't you remember, i was your pal
Buddy, can you spare a dime?

Once i built a railroad, i made it run
I made it run against time
Once i built a railroad, and now it's done
Buddy, can you spare a dime?

nighthawks at the diner
of Emma's 49er, there's a rendezvous
of strangers around the coffee urn tonight
all the gypsy hacks, the insomniacs
now the paper's been read
now the waitress said
eggs and sausage and a side of toast
coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
what kind of pie?
In a graveyard charade, a late shift masquerade
2 for a quarter, dime for a dance
with Woolworth rhinestone diamond


earrings, and a sideway's glance
and now the register rings
and now the waitress sings
(chorus) the classified section offered no direction
it's a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud
now the touch of your fingers
lingers burning in my memory
I've been 86ed from your scheme
I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene
I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair
as the lead pipe morning falls
and the waitress calls
(chorus)

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
oh, temptation, temptation, I can't resist
I know that she is made of smoke
but I've lost my wayy
she knows that I am broke
so that I must play
temptation, temptation, temptation
oh, whoa, temptation, temptation, I can't resist
Dutch pink and Italian blue
she is waiting there for you
my will has disappeared
now my confusions oh so clear
temptation, temptation, temptation
whoa, whoa, temptation, temptation
I can't reisist

As I slow down on purple avenues
To march around in April's shoes
The weathervanes remind
Of summertimes that I've left behind
All the money's gone for Auld Lang Syne
I spent on Eastern Standard Time
What happened to my roll(2)
September fell right through the hole
All I've got is empty pockets now

Oh why does August try so hard
To hoist me on my own petard(3)
I've learned one thing from losing her
That an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure
The shadows fall, I cannot thread
The tenor of the things you've said
All that's left is flesh and bone(4)
The lights are on but no one's home
All I've got is empty pockets now

I spill myself another drink
I count the whiskers in the sink(5)
The orchestra is blind
But I've never been the worrying kind
Subsequently and furthermore
I'll sleep right here on the draining board
I will never be paroled
I like to drink them while they're cold
All I've got is empty pockets now

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