Tom Waits on Letterman

Tom Waits - Tango Till They're Sore

Well ya play that Tarantella
All the hounds they start to roar
And the boys all go to hell
Then the Cubans hit the floor
And they drive along the pipeline
They tango till they're sore
They take apart their nightmares
And they leave them by the door.

Let me fall out the window
With confetti in my hair
Deal out jacks or better
On a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets
But I lie about my past
So send me off to bed forever more.

Make sure they play my theme song
I guess daisies will have to do
Just get me to New Orleans
And paint shadows on the pews
Turn the spit on that pig
Kick the drum and let me down
Put my clarinet beneath your bed
Till I get back in town.

Let me fall out the window
With confetti in my hair
Deal out jacks or better
On a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets
But I lie about my past
So send me off to bed forever more.

Just make sure she's all in calico
And the color of a doll
Wave the flag on Cadillac day
And a skillet on the wall
Cut me a switch or hold you breath
Till the sun goes down
Write my name on the hood
Send me off to another town.

Let me fall out the window
With confetti in my hair
Deal out jacks or better
On a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets
But I lie about my past
So send me off to bed forever more.

Ingmar Bergman's - The Seventh Seal (1957)

Death: Will you never stop asking questions?
Block: No. Never.
Death: But you get no answer.

Beck - Walls (live)

Album: Modern Guilt
Track nr: 6
Duration: 2:24
Year: 2008
Genre: Alternative




Some days we get a thrill in our brains
Some days it turns into malaise
You see our face in the veneer
Reflected on the surface of fear

Because you know that we're better than that
But some days we're worse than you can imagine
And how am I supposed to live with that
With all these train wrecks coming at random

Hey what are you gonna do
When those walls are falling down falling down on you
Hey what are you gonna do
When those walls are falling down falling down on you

You got warheads stacked in the kitchen
You treat distraction like it's a religion
With a rattlenake step in your rhythm
We do the best with the souls we've been given
Because you know we're nothing special to them
We're going some place they've already been
Trying to make sense of what they call wisdom
And this riff-raff ain't laughing with them

Hey what are you gonna do
When those walls are falling down falling down on you
Hey what are you gonna do
When those walls are falling down falling down on you

You're wearing all of the years on your face
Turn a tombstone _________
And your heart only beats in a murmur
But your words ring out just like murder

"Modern Guilt's 10 tightly constructed tunes clock in at under 34 minutes. In that sense, it's an antidote to information-age overkill."

By Dan DeLuca

Inquirer Music Critic

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