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Tom Waits
Tom Waits


Background information
Birth name Thomas Alan Waits
Born December 7, 1949
Born place Pomona, California, United States
Genre(s) Rock
Experimental
Years active 1972—present
Label(s) Island Records
Asylum Records
ANTI-
Website Website



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Tom Waits Album


One From the Heart (1982)
1982
1.
Opening Montage (Tom's Piano Intro/Once Upon a Town/The Wages of Love)
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Instrumental Montage (The Tango/Circus Girl) (Instumental)
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Presents (Instrumental)
. . .

Opening Montage (Tom's Piano Intro/Once Upon a Town/The Wages of Love)

[No lyrics]

. . .


I can clearly see nothing as clear
I keep falling apart every year
Let's take a hammer to it
There's no glamour in it
Is there any way out of this dream?

I'm as blue as I can possibly be
Is there someone else out there for me
Summer is dragging its feet
I feel so incomplete
Is there any way out of this dream?

Summer is dragging its feet
I feel so incomplete
Is there any way out of this dream?

. . .


Here comes the bride
And there goes the groom
Looks like a hurricane
Went thru this room
Smells like a poolhall
Where's my other shoe
And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you

Looks like you spent the nite in a trench
And tell me,
How long have you been combing your hair with a wrench
Blue roses are dead
And the violets are too
And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you

Well, I've told you before
I won't tell you again
You don't defrost the icebox
With a ball point pen
This railroad apartment
Is held together with glue


And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you

Because I know
I been swindled
I never bargained for this
Once more you never cared about me
Why don't you get your own place
So you can live like you do
And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you

Take all your relatives
And all of your shoes
Believe me I'll really swing
When you're gone
I'll be living on chicken and wine
After we're thru
With someone I pick up after you
With someone I'll pick up after you
With someone I'll pick up after you
With someone I'll pick up after you

. . .


Old boyfriends,
Lost in the pocket of your overcoat,
Like burned out lite bulbs on a ferris wheel.

Old boy friends,
You remember the kinds of cars they drove,
Parking in an orange grove.
He fell in love you see,
With someone that I used to be.

Tho I very seldom think of him,
Nevertheless sometimes a mannequin's
Blue satin dress can make the window
Like a dream
Ah but now those dreams belong to someone else,
Now they talk endlessly
In a drawer where I keep
All my


Old boyfriends
Remember when you were burning for them?
Why do you keep turning them into
Old boyfriends?
They look you up when they're in town
To see if they can still burn you down
You fell in love you see
With someone that I used to be

Old boyfriends
Turn up every time it rains,
Fall out of the pages in a magazine
Old boyfriends.
Girls fill up the bars every spring,
Not places for remembering.
Old boyfriends
All my old boyfriends
Old boyfriends

. . .


Broken bicycles,
Old busted chains,
Rusted handle bars
Out in the rain.
Somebody must
Have an orphanage for
these things that nobody
Wants any more
September's reminding July
It's time to be saying ... good-bye.

Summer is gone,
But our love will remain.
Like old broken bicycles
Left out in the rain.

(tearful music...)

Broken Bicycles,
Don't tell my folks;
There's all those playing cards
Pinned to the spokes,
Laid down like skeletons
out on the lawn.
One wheel won't turn
While the other has gone.
The seasons can turn on a dime,
Somehow I forget every time;
These things you've given me
They always will stay
They're broken... but I'll never throw them away

. . .


I'm just a scarecrow
With out you
Baby please don't disappear
I beg your pardon dear

I gotta a bottle full of trumpet
A hatbox full of drum
I beg your pardon dear

I got upset
I lost my head
I didn't mean
The things I said


You are the landscape
Of my dreams
Darlin' I beg your pardon

I'd give your boardwalk
And park place
And all of my hotels
I beg your pardon dear

Please don't go back to st. louis
Can't you tell that I'm sincere
I beg your pardon dear

. . .


Little boy blue


The dish ran away with the spoon

Home again home again

Saturday morn

Never gets up before noon


She used to render

You legal and tender

When you used to

Send her your promises boy

A dill or a dollar

Unbutton your collar


Out all of your noise


Little boy blue


Cut it rite down to the quick

Don't sit home and cry

On the fourth of july

Around now you're hittin' bricks


So abracadabra

Now she disappeared

Now everything's canada dry

So watch your behavior

And rattle your cane

With a bottle of bourbon

Good-bye


Little boy blow

Lost little bo peep

She fell thru a hole in the nest

Now ain't it peculiar

That she's finally cooled your

Big wheels just like all of the rest


Whenever it rains


They're always gettin' played for a chump

So mark and strike it

She's history now

And you're hangin' out at the pump


Little boy blue...


She used to render...

. . .

Instrumental Montage (The Tango/Circus Girl)

[No lyrics]

. . .


You can't unring a bell, junior
It'll cost ya to get out of this one, junior
Cause he's got big plans
That don't include you
take it like a man

cause you, you can't unring a bell, sucker
you'll need an attorney for this journey, junior

how's it feel
how do you like it in the slam
you're a little man in a great big town
perhaps you were a little hasty
heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh
you can't take back the things you said, man

Cause you can't unring a bell, Junior
aaghhhh
hurts don't it
take it like a man
get it thru your head
suffer
heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh

. . .


I should go out and honk the horn
it's Independence Day
instead I just pour
myself a drink
it's got to be love
I've never felt this way
oh baby
this one's from the heart

The shadows on the wall
look like a railroad track
I wonder if he's ever coming back
The moon is a yellow stain
across the sky
oh baby
this one's from the heart

Maybe I'll go down to the corner
and get a racing form
but I should probably wait here
by the phone
and the brakes need adjustment
on the convertible
oh baby
this one's from the heart

The worm is climbing
the avocado tree
rubbing its back against the wall
I pour myself a double sympathy
oh baby
this one's from the heart

Blondes brunettes and redheads
put the hammer down
To pound a cold chisel
through my heart.
but they were nothing but apostrophes
oh baby
this one's from the heart

I can't tell
is that a siren or a saxophone
but the roads get so slippery when it rains
I love you more than all these words can ever say
oh baby
this one's from the heart

. . .


You've got to take me home
You silly girl
Put your arms around me
You've got to take me home
You silly girl
All the world's not round without you


I'm so sorry
That I broke your heart
Please don't leave my side
Oh take me home
You silly girl
'Cause I'm still in love with you...

. . .

Presents

[No lyrics]

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