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© Copyright Tom Waits
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Email: Ignatoff@bigfoot.com
Date: 16 Dec 1998
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TOM WAITS
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ignatoff@bigfoot.com
BIG TIME
(video)
Frank's wild years (For Frankie Z.) δ
τ (δ τ η)
This is story about guy named Frank O'Bryan ύ -
τ ξ'α
Well Frank settled down in the Valley ο
, , τ δ
and hung his wild years
on a nail that he drove through ,
his wife's forehead
he sold used office furniture ξ
out there on San Fernando Road
- ρ-τ
-π
and assumed a $30,000 loan 30,000$
at 15 1/4 % and put down payment 15 1/4%
on a little two bedroom place
well, his wife, I don't know, she was a dog, she was a baby, ς--,
,
, , ,
she was a killer, she was a spent piece of used jet trash
,
made good bloody marys κ μ
kept her mouth shut most of the time
had a little Chihuahua named Carlos σ
χ
κ
OK, I love dogs, let it be know, I love dogs! δ ! ο
, ί !
The dog. IS A DOG! ρ, !
that had some kind of skin disease - ,
I don't know that it was, they try everything,
,
,
and was totally blind. They had a
. σ
thoroughly modern kitchen
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
(
)
Frank drove a little sedan τ
they were so happy ξ .
One night Frank was on his way home θ τ
from work, stopped at the liquor store, ,
,
picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths
Mickey's Big Mouths
drank 'em in the car on his way
to the Shell station, he got a gallon of Shell,
gas in a can, drove home, doused
everything in the house, torched it,
,
,
parked across the street, laughing, ο
watching it burn, all Halloween
,
υ
orange and chimney red then
,
Frank put on a top forty station τ -
got on the Hollywood Freeway γ ς
headed north ο
Never could stand that dog ν
Shore Leave σ
Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart η,
I rolled down the national stroll ρ
and with a big fat paycheck ρ
strapped to my hip sack
and a shore leave wristwatch underneath
my sleeve
in a Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels β γ κ
I rowed down the gutter to the Blood Bank
α κ
and I'd left all my papers on the Ticonderoga
ς
and was in a bad need of a shave
and so I slopped at the corner on cold chow mein ς
-
and shot billards with a midget
until the rain stopped
and I bought a long sleeved shirt
with horses on the front
and some gum and a lighter and a knife ,
and a new deck of cards (with girls on the back) (
)
and I sat down and wrote a letter to my wife θ
and I said Baby, I'm so far away from home "δ
,
and I miss my Baby so
I can't make it by myself
I love you so
"
Well I was pacing myself ν,
,
,
trying to make it all last
,
squeezing all the life
out of a lousy two day pass
and I had a cold one at the Dragon
δ
with some Filipino floor show - τ
and talked baseball with a lieutenant
over a Singapore sling
and I wondered how the same moon outside
over this Chinatown fair χ-
could look down on Illinois
θ
and find you there
and you know I love you Baby "θ
,
,
,
and I'm so far away from home
and I miss my Baby so
I can't make it by myself
I love you so
"
Shore Leave... σ
Shore Leave... σ
Way Down In The Hole ο β -
``Well, I feel we should move right into "χ , ,
the religious material.''
. "
When you walk through the garden, κ β
,
You've gotta watch your back. β
-
Well, I beg you're pardon; θ β
Walk the straight and narrow track. θ
When you walk with Jesus, κ β
θ,
He's gonna save your soul. ξ
You've got to keep the Devil; β δ
Well, you've got to keep him δ,
down in the hole. β
He's got the fire, people, σ
, !
he's got the fury at his command. θ
.
Oh, you don't have to worry ξ,
Hold on to, hold on to... Jesus hand δ
,
... θ
we'll all be safe from Satan μ
ρ
when the thunder, κ ,
when the thunder starts to roll. κ
.
We've got to keep the devil, μ δ
keep him on down δ
down in the hole. β
That red horned, lousy, low life, underneath our boots.. ύ , , , , .
Praise the Lord. β
γ!
I don't know what it is. ί
, .
Two dollar - that demonmiester δ -
-
.
Three dollar - that prince devil ς - .
Just see if you can come up with a figure ς
,
that matches your faith
He said, how much has Jesus done for you? ξ , θ
β?
And we got to go in, with our hydrolic system, θ ,
,
and blast him out. θ
.
People, can I get an amen? λ, ?
All the angels, pledge God to sing; β
,
γ;
all about Jesus mighty sword. ξ
θ .
And they'll shield you with their wings θ β
People, they'll keep you λ, β
close to the Lord. π γ.
Now don't pay heed to temptation, θ
For his hands are so cold. δ
You've got to keep the devil, β ,
keep him on down in the hole. δ
Down in the hole β
Down in the hole β
Down in the hole β
People, I've got to speak about something... λ, ί
-
Can I get an amen? μ ?
Can I get an halaluja? μ ?
Praise the lord. β
γ.
God bless you. δ γ.
The Lord is a very very busy man. α -
.
I'll do what I can. ν
, .
But Jesus is always going for the big picture... ν θ
But he's always there to help us out of the little jams too. ν
Down in the hole β
Down in the hole β
Down in the hole β
Keep him down in the hold δ
-
.
You've got to keep the devil down in the hole β
-
You've got to keep the devil down in the hole β
-
Keep him on down in the hole δ
-
Down...down, down, down mighty devil β... , ,
I send you down below my boots. ί
, .
down, down, filling my live with anger and strife β, ,
Go down mighty devil. γ
.
Find a place to live.Down down down... ν
. β ...
Hang On St. Christopher δ
C
-κ
Hang on st. christopher through the smoke and the oil δ
C
-κ
Buckle down the rumble seat ξ
let the radiator boil δ
got an overhead downshift κ
and a two dollar grill θ
got an 85 cabin δ
on an 85 hill ν 85
Hang on st. christopher on the passenger side δ
C
-κ
open it up tonight the devil can ride ρ
,
hang on st. christopher with a barrel house dog δ
C
-κ
kick me up mt. baldy μ
ο
throw me out in the fog ρ
tear a hole in the jack pot ο
-
drive a stake through his heart ρ
do a 100 on the grapevine ρ
do a jump on the start ν
hang on st. christopher now don't let me go δ
C
-κ
,
get me to reno and bring it in low, yeah ξ
,
hang on st. christopher with the hammer to the floor δ
C-κ
put a hi ball in the crank case η
nail a crow to the door λ
get a bottle for the jockey δ
gimme a 294 μ
- 294
there's a 750 norton bustin down january's door ρ 750 ν
hang on st. christopher on the passenger side δ
C
-κ
open it up tonight the devil can ride ρ
,
hang on st. christopher now don't let me go δ
C
-κ
,
get to me reno got to bring it in low ξ
,
put my baby on the flat car β /
got to burn down the caboose ζ
get 'em all jacked up on whiskey δ
then we'll turn the mad dog loose ς
hang on st. christopher on the passenger side δ
C
-κ
open it up tonight the devil can ride ρ
,
Telephone Call From Istanbul ς
ρ
All night long on the broken glass ν
livin in a medicine chest ρ
mediteromanian hotel back ξ
ρ
sprawled across a roll top desk π
the monkey rode the blade on an μ
overhead fan β
they paint the donkey blue if you pay θ
I got a telephone call from Istanbul θ θ
my baby's coming home today ρ
will you sell me one of those if I shave my head θ
-
get me out of town is what fireball said ο -
never trust a man in a blue trench coat β
-
never drive a car when you're dead θ
,
Saturday's a festival β ρ -
Oh, now Friday's a gem β ο -
dye your hair yellow ρ
and raise your hem θ
follow me to beulah's on δ beulah's
dry creek road δ
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed ί
,
take me down to buy a tux β
,
on red rose bear β
got to cut a hole in the day θ
I got a telephone call from Istanbul ί θ
my baby's coming home today ρ
Cold Cold Ground ς
Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe σ
never slept with a dream before he had to go away ς
,
there's a bell in the tower ε
Uncle Ray bought a round δ π
don't worry about the army ξ
in the cold cold ground β
now don't be a cry baby χ , ,
when there's wood in the shed κ
there's a bird in the chimmney ν
and a stone in my bed β
when the road's washed out δ
they pass the bottle around θ
and wait in the arms θ
of the cold cold ground ς
cold cold ground ς
there's a ribbon in the willow ο
and a tire swing rope ν
and a briar patch of berries ν
takin over the slope ψ
the cat'll sleep in the mailbox β
and we'll never go to town θ
til we bury every dream in ο
the cold cold ground β
cold cold ground β
gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells δ
β
blow the roof off the goat barn ρ
let it roll down the hill ο
the piano is firewood τ
-
times square is a dream ο -
I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground μ
cold cold ground β
cold cold ground β
call the cops on the Breedloves λ
α
bring a bible and a rope β
and a whole box of rebel ς
, α,
and a bar of soap δ
make a pile of trunk tires ο
and burn 'em all down κ
bring a dollar with you baby ρ
, ,
in the cold cold ground β
cold cold ground β
take a weathervane rooster θ
throw rocks at his head
-
stop talking to the neighbors θ
til we all go dead
, ,
beware of my temper α
and the dog that I've found θ ,
break all the windows in the π
cold cold ground β
cold cold ground β
Straight To the Top (Vegas) ο
(β
)
I'm going straight to the top ί
oh yea up where the air is ξ , ,
fresh and clean χ
I'm going straight up to the top ί
if you know me, you know what I mean μ
I can't let sorrow ν
try and pull ol' Frankie down ς τ
live for tomorrow I have found you ζ ,
I'm going straight up to the top ί
up where the air is fresh and clean γ
i know that I will never stop, oh no θ
,
until I know I'm wild and free ί , -
just like a champagne bubble κ
pop pop pop υ, ,
I'm like those birdies ί -
high up in the trees β
I can't let sorrow ν
pull ol' Frankie down ς τ
live for tomorrow ζ
I have found you ί
I'm going straight up to the top oh yeah ί
up where the air is ξ , ,
fresh and clean χ
Strange Weather ρ ο
Will ye take me across the channel ν
London Bridge is falling down ς
Strange a woman tries to save ς ,
More than a man will try to drown χ
And its the rain that they predicted ύ
,
And its the forecast every time ύ ,
The rose has died because you picked it ο
And I believe that brandy's mine θ
And all over the world strangers θ
Talk only about the weather ς
All over the world its the same ξ
,
Its the same! β
! β
!
And the world is getting flatter θ
And the sky is falling all around ν
Oh, when nothing is the matter η
For I never cry in town μ
And a love like ours, my dear ν ,
Is best measured when its down μ
And I never buy umberellas ί
Because there's always one around μ
And all over the world strangers θ
Talk only about the weather ς
All over the world its the same ξ
,
Its the same! β
! β
!
And you know that its the beginning η
,
And you know that its the end η
,
Once again we are strangers ρ
As the fog comes rolling in λ
And all over the world strangers θ
Talk only about the weather ς
All over the world its the same ξ
,
Its the same! β
! β
!
Gun Street Girl δ
Falling James in the Tahoe mud ο δ ς
Stick around to tell us all the tale ρ
,
Well he fell in love with a Gun Street girl ξ
And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail ρ
α
,
Dancing in the Birmingham jail ρ
α
,
He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe η δ
Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge δ
He got all liquored up on that road house corn θ
, ,
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette ξ
κ
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette ζ
κ
He bought a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese κ
ν κ κ
And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco ο ς
With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four π
"-
"
He left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door θ
β
Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door υ
β
I said John, John, he's long gone ί δ, δ,
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home σ
θ -
I said John, John, he's long gone ί δ, δ,
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home σ
θ -
He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood ρ
ρ
-δ
Soaking day-old bread in kerosene θ
Well he was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog α
,
He's staying out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired ο
Out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired ο
Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone ς
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday ξ
Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog ν
ε
Telling everyone he saw, "They went that-a-way, boys" β
"π
, - "
Telling everyone he saw, "They went that-a-way" β
"π
, - "
Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof δ
And the Burlington Northern pulling out of the world β ρ
α
Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw ο ,
And a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all β
-
A Gun Street girl was the cause of it all β
-
Well he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge χ ,
C
. δ
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane ρ
-
He was pulling into Baker on a New Year's Eve ξ ο
ν γ
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door ξ
,
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door ξ
,
Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row μ ψ
κ τ π
Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes ζ
With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair ρ
Well they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire ο
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire ο
I said John, John, he's long gone ί δ, δ,
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home σ
θ -
I said John, John, he's long gone ί δ, δ,
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home σ
θ -
Banging on the table with an old tin cup ρ
Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again ρ "δ
-
"
Never kiss a Gun Street girl again δ
-
I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again δ
-
I said John, John, he's long gone ί δ, δ,
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home σ
θ -
I said John, John, he's long gone ί δ, δ,
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home σ
θ -
Clap Hands υ
Three, six, nine ς,
, ,
The goose drank wine β .
The monkey chewed tobacco ρ
On the streetcar line
.
The line broke β
-
The monkey got choked
.
And they all went to heaven β
In a little row boat.
Clap Clap υ, ( )
Sane, sane, they're all insane, ο, , -
,
fireman's blind, the conductor is lame -
, -
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame ζ
φ,
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain ς
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands υ
,
,
.
Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar π
,
, ,
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more ρ
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole λ
, -
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal μ
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands υ
,
,
.
Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams ί , ,
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans ο γ
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat ν
ο
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at γ
ν
,
Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar π
,
, ,
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more ρ
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole λ
, -
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal μ
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands υ
,
,
.
I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams ί , ,
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans ο γ
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat ν
ο
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at γ
ν
,
Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime ρ
,
π
All the way to Baltimore and running out of time θ
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole ΰ ρ
, -
, ""
They all went to heaven in a little row boat β
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands υ
,
,
.
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands υ
,
,
.
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands υ
,
,
.
Well the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street χ ,
υ
λ
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws β
And you're east of East Saint Louis ς, ρ
-λ
and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause θ
And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon θ ν
-
His invisible fiancee's in the mirror ε
And the band is going home, θ -
,
it's raining hammers, it's raining nails
And it's true there's nothing left for him down here θ ,
And it's time time time, and it's time time time γ
- , , ,
- , , .
And it's time time time that you love γ
- ,
And it's time time time γ
- , , .
And they all pretend they're orphans β
-
and their memory's like a train -
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away ς ,
And the things you can't remember θ
tell the things you can't forget ,
That history puts a saint in every dream ο ,
.
Well she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off ξ " ,
"
But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit ν
,
And Mathilda asks the sailors θ μ
"Are those dreams or are those prayers?" "ψ
?"
So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit η , ,
Oh it's time time time, and it's time time time γ
- , , ,
- , , .
And it's time time time that you love γ
- ,
And it's time time time γ
- , , .
Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl χ ,
The boys just dive right off the cars ς
and splash into the street
And when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot ξ ,
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet θ
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips θ
As the dish outside the window fills with rain θ
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart θ
And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again α
Oh it's time time time, and it's time time time γ
- , , ,
- , , .
And it's time time time that you love γ
- ,
And it's time time time γ
- , , .
And it's time time time, and it's time time time γ
- , , ,
- , , .
And it's time time time that you love γ
- ,
And it's time time time γ
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