| Tom Waits – 'Til the Money Runs Out Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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Again, my apologies for being a pushy newcomer. I have saturated myself in some of these songs for years, though that doesn't mean I really have heard them right. The "strange beverage" is rain which is strange to someone who mostly drinks booze. Panther Martin is a wasted street person who is high on drugs and out with the rain falling in his eyes. Someone, probably the cops, cracked his head for him splitting his scalp, requiring 27 stitches. The candy apple red could be weird clothes, or he could be blood soaked. Nothing makes sense when you're this f*cked up. Several people having a good time getting into a Pimpmobile. At least one of them is going to die (selected by Jesus), probably ending up lying in the street (bring it down so low.) "Pointed man" might refer to a zoot suit with sharp lapels, not sure on this, but the heat is on (smack dab in the middle of July). This implies drugs and money owed. He's in the process of committing suicide by hanging himself (swingin from the rafters in his brand new tie). He can't face the people he owes, he told his woman he'd stay with her till the money runs out, which it obviously has, "so bye bye baby, baby bye bye" ending in a strangled scream. |
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| Tom Waits – Clap Hands Lyrics | 12 years ago |
| I hope I'm not being too forward in suggesting changes. I had hoped that I could just put a proposal in the comments section, but as a total nube I'm not sure where those end up. | |
| Tom Waits – Clap Hands Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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Hi Everyone, I just signed up after landing here from a search on Tom Waits lyrics. My love for his work really began with "Heart Attack and Vine" and "Small Change". These, "Rain Dogs", and "Swordfish Trombone" are some of my favorites, but of course, there's lots more. I think it is possible to get carried away with trying to interpret Waits. I have always heard him as stream of consciousness, vivid imagery from the grungy side of life seen from the gutter, the bottle, and the bus station. He definitely uses old kid rhymes as evocations of.....something. "Liar, liar, with your pants on fire....." I certainly try to read things into his weird expressions. Some of them seem obvious, but that doesn't mean it's what he meant. That is his greatness. He is fluid and hard to pin down. He's a rambling beatnik, a carnival barker, a drunk, a bum. Amid all that down and dirty stuff he slips in touching sentiment, romance at the greasy spoon, all mixed with bittersweet longing. "I'll accept your invitation to the blues." |
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