* BONE MACHINE *  (p)1992 (C) 1992 ISLAND RECORDS, INC. 314-512 580-2; 1. Åarth Died Screaming (3:36) +-- (T. Waits) Rudy's on the midway And Jacob's in the hole The monkey's on the ladder The devil shovels coal With crows as big as airplanes The lion has three heads And someone will eat the skin that he sheds And the earth died screaming The earth died screaming While I lay dreaming of you Well hell doesn't want you And heaven is full Bring me some water Put it in this skull I walk between the raindrops Wait in bug house square And the army ants They leave nothin' but the bones And the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming of you There was thunder There was lightning Then the stars went out And the moon fell from the sky It rained mackerel It rained trout And the great day of wrath has come And here's mud in your big red eye The poker's in the fire And the locusts take the sky And the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming of you Tom Waits: Vocal, Chamberlain, Percussion, Guitar Larry Tailor: Upright Bass Les Claypool: Electric Bass Sticks: Kathleen Brennan, Joe Marquez, Tom Waits (The Boners) 2. Dirt In The Ground (4:07) (T. Waits/K. Brennan) What does it matter, a dream of love Or a dream of lies We're all gonna be the same place When we die Your spirit don't leave knowing Your face or your name And the wind through your bones Is all that remains And we're all gonna be Just dirt in the ground The quill from a buzzard The blood writes the word I want to know am I the sky Or a bird 'Cause hell is boiling over And heaven is full We're chained to the world And we all gotta pull And we're all gonna be ...Just dirt in the ground Now the killer was smiling With nerves made of stone He climbed the stairs And the gallows groaned And the people's hearts were pounding They were throbbing, they were red As he swung out over the crowd I heard the hangman said We're all gonna be... Just dirt in the ground Now Cain slew Abel He killed him with a stone The sky cracked open And the thunder groaned Along the river of flesh Can these dry bones live? Ask a king or a beggar And the answer they'll give Is we're all gonna be Yea yea We're all gonna be just Dirt in the ground Tom Waits: Piano, Vocal Larry Tailor: Upright Bass Ralph Carney: Alto, Tenor Sax, Bass Clarinet 3. Such A Scream (2:08) (T. Waits) Well pale face said To the eyeball kid She just goes clank and boom and steam A halo, wings, horns and a tail Shoveling coal inside my dreams There are no laws She's made of cream She's such a scream Qui bon tres bien, nails in cement A Donnie gal from mortal clay The plow is red The well is full, inside The dollhouse of her skull A cheetah coat fills up with steam She's such a scream All crooked lines Her fireplace A milktrain so clean Machine gun haste You'll ride the only wall of shame And drag that chain across the state Her lips are red She is the queen She's such a scream... Tom Waits: Vocal, Guitar, Percussion Brain: Drums Ralph Carney: Alto & Tenor Sax 4. All Stripped down (3:03) (T. Waits) Well the time will come When the wind will shout All stripped down All stripped down And all the sinners know What I'm talking about All stripped down All stripped down When all the creatures of the world Are gonna line up at the gate And you better be on time And you better not be late All stripped All stripped down Well you know in your heart What you gotta bring All stripped down All stripped down No big mink coat No diamond ring All stripped down All stripped down Well take off your paint Take off your rouge All stripped down All stripped down Let your backbone flip And let your spirit shine thru I want you all stripped All stripped All stripped down All the men we got Well they're goin' down the drain All stripped down All stripped down And when I see your sadness On a river of shame All stripped down All stripped down You got to raise up Both the quick and the dead All stripped down All stripped down With no shoes on your feet No hat on your head I want you all stripped All stripped All stripped down Ain't nothin' in my heart But fire for you All stripped down All stripped down With my rainy hammer And a heart that's true I want you all stripped All stripped All stripped down Tom Waits: Vocal, Percussion Larry Taylor: Upright Bass Joe Gore: Guitar 5. Who Are You (3:54) (T. Waits/K. Brennan) They're lining up To mad dog your tilta whirl 3 shots for a dollar Win a real live doll All the lies that you tell I believed them so well, Take them back Take them back to your red house For that fearful leap into the dark I did my time In the jail of your arms Now Ophelia wants to know Where she should turn Tell me... What did you do, What did you do the last time?... Why don't you do that Go on ahead take this the wrong way Time's not your friend Do you cry, Do you pray Do you wish them away Do you still leave nothing But bones in the way Did you bury the carnival Lions and all Excuse me while I sharpen my nails And just who are you this time? You look rather tired (Who drinks from your shoe) Are you pretending to love Well I hear that it pays well How do your pistol and your Bible and your Sleeping pills go. Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes? Well I fell in love With your sailor's mouth and your wounded eyes. You better get down on the floor Don't you know this is war Tell me who are you this time? Tell me who are you this time? Tom Waits: Vocal, Guitar, Percussion Larry Taylor: Upright Bass 6. Ôhe Ocean Doesn't Want Me (1:49) (T. Waits) The ocean doesn't want me today But I'll be back tomorrow to play And the strangles will take me Down deep in their brine The mischievous braingels Down into the endless blue wine I'll open my head and let out All of my time. I'd love to go drowning And to stay and to stay But the ocean doesn't want me today I'll go in up to here It can't possibly hurt All they will find is my beer And my shirt A rip tide is raging And the life guard is away But the ocean doesn't want me today The ocean doesn't want me today. Tom Waits: Vocal, Percussion, Chamberlain 7. Jesus Gonna Be Here (3:18) (T. Waits) Well, Jesus will be here Be here soon He's gonna cover us up with leaves With a blanket from the moon With a promise and a vow And a lullaby for my brow Jesus gonna be here Be here soon Well I'm just gonna wait here I don't have to shout I have no reason and I have no doubt I'm gonna get myself Unfurled from this mortal coiled up world Because Jesus gonna be here Be here soon I got to keep my eyes open So I can see my Lord I'm gonna watch the horizon. For a brand new Ford I can hear him rolling on down the lane I said Hollywood be thy name Jesus gonna be Gonna be here soon Well I've been faithful And I've been so good Except for drinking But he knew what I would I'm gonna leave this place better Than the way I found it was And Jesus gonna be here Be here soon Tom Waits: Upright Bass, Vocal Larry Taylor: Guitar 8. A Little Rain (for Clyde) (2:58) (T. Waits/K. Brennan) The Ice Man's mule is parked Outside the bar Where a man with missing fingers Plays a strange guitar And the German dwarf Dances with the butcher's son And a little rain never hurt noone And a little rain never hurt noone They're dancing on the roof And the ceiling's coming down I sleep with my shovel and my leather gloves A little trouble makes it worth the going And a little rain never hurt noone The world is round And so I'll go around You mast risk something that matters My hands are strong I'll take any man here If it's worth the going It's worth the ride She was 15 years old And never seen the ocean She climbed into a van With a vagabond And the last thing she said Was "I love you mom" And a little rain Never hurt noone And a little rain Never hurt noone Tom Waits: Vocal Larry Taylor: Upright Bass David Phillips: Pedal Steel Guitar 9. In The Colosseum (4:50) (T. Waits/K. Brennan) The women all control their men With razors and with wrists And the princess squeezes grape juice On a torrid bloody kiss What will you be wearing there The lion or the raven hair? The flesh will all be tearing But the tail will be my own In the colosseum tonight This one's for the balcony And this one's for the floor As the senators decapitate The presidential whore The bald headed senators Are splashing in the blood The dogs are having someone Who is screaming in the mud In the colosseum tonight Now it's raining and it's pouring On the pillaging and goring The constable is swinging From the chains For the dead there is no story No memory no blame Their families shout blue murder But tomorrow it's the same In the colosseum A slowly acting poison Will be given to the favorite one The dark horse will bring glory To the jailer and his men It's always much more sporting When there's families in the pit And the madness of the crowd Is an epileptic fit. In the colosseum... No justice here, No liberty No reason, No blame There's no cause to taint the sweetest taste of blood And the greetings from the nation As we shake the hands of time They're taking their ovations The vultures stay behind. In the colosseum, in the colosseum In the colosseum tonight... Tom Waits: Vocal, Chamberlain, Conundrum Larry Taylor: Upright Bass Brain: Drums 10. Goin' Out West (3:20) (T. Waits/K. Brennan) Well I'm goin' out west Where the wind blows tall 'Cause Tony Franciosa Used to date my ma They got some money out there They're giving it away I'm gonna do what I want And I'm gonna get paid Do what I want And I'm gonna get paid Little brown sausages Lying in the sand I ain't no extra baby I'm a leading man Well my parole officer Will be proud of me With my Olds 88 And the devil on a leash My Olds 88 And the devil on a leash Bridge Well I know karate, Voodoo too I'm gonna make myself available to you I don't need no make up I got real scars I got hare on my chest I look good without a shirt Well I don't lose my composure In a high speed chase Well my friends think I'm ugly I got a masculine face I got some dragstrip courage I can really drive a bed I'm gonna change my name To Hannibal or maybe Just Rex Change my name to Hannibal Or may be just Rex Bridge I'm gonna drive all night Take some speed I'm gonna wait for the sun To shine down on me I cut a hole in my roof The shape of a heart And I'm goin' out west Where they'll appreciate me Goin' out west Goin' out west Tom Waits: Vocal, Drums Joe Gore: Guitar Larry Taylor: Upright Bass 11. Murder In The Red Barn (4:28) (T. Waits/K. Brennan) There was a murder in the red barn Murder in the red barn The trees are bending over The cows are lying down The autumn's taking over You can here the Buckshot hounds The watchman said to Reba the loon Was it pale at Manzanita Or Blind Bob the raccoon? Pin it on a drifter They sleep beneath the bridge One plays the violin And sleeps inside a fridge There was a murder in the red barn, A murder in the red barn Someone's crying in the woods Someone's burying all his clothes Now Slam the Crank from Wheezer Slept outside last night and froze Road kill has it's seasons Just like anything It's possums in the autumn And it's farm cats in the spring There was a murder in the red barn, A murder in the red barn Now thou shalt not covet thy neighbors house Or covet thy neighbors wife But for some Murder is the only door thru which they enter life Now they surrounded the house They smoked him out They took him off in chains The sky turned black and bruised And we had months of heavy rains Now the ravens nest in the rotted roof Of Chenoweth's old place And noone's asking Cal About that scar upon his face 'Cause there's nothin' strange About an axe with bloodstains in the barn, There's always some killin' You got to do around the farm A murder in the red barn Murder in the red barn Now the woods will never tell What sleeps beneath the trees Or what's buried 'neath a rock Or hiding in the leaves 'Cause road kill has it's seasons Just like anything It's possums in the autumn And it's farm cats in the spring A murder in the red barn A murder in the red barn Now a lady can't do nothin' Without folks tongues waggin' Is that blood on the tree Or is it autumn's red blaze When the ground's soft for diggin' And the rain will bring all this gloom There's nothing wrong with a lady Drinking alone in her room But there was a murder in the red barn A murder in the red barn Tom Waits: Vocal, Drums Larry Taylor: Upright Bass Joe Marquez: Banjo 12. ×lack Wings (4:35) ++- (T. Waits/K. Brennan) Take an eye for an eye Take a tooth for a tooth Just like they say in the Bible Never leave a trace or forget a face Of any man at the table Any man at the table When the moon is a cold chiseled dagger Sharp enough to draw blood from a stone He rides through your dreams on a coach And horses and the fence posts In the moonlight look like bones. Well they've stopped trying to hold him With mortar, stone and chain He broke out of every prison Boots mount the staircase The door is flung back open He's not there for he has risen, He's not there for he has risen Well he once killed a man with a guitar string He's been seen at the table with kings Well he once saved a baby from drowning There are those who say beneath his coat there wings Some say they fear him Others admire him Because he steals his promise One look in his eye Everyone denies Ever having met him Ever having met him. He can turn himself into a stranger Well they broke a lot of canes on his hide He was born away in a cornfield A fever beats in his head like a drum inside Some say they fear him Others admire him Because he steals his promise One look in his eye Everyone denies Ever having met him Ever having met him Tom Waits: Vocal, Guitar, Drums Larry Taylor: Upright Bass Joe Gore: Guitar 13. Whistle Down The Wind (For Tom Jans) (4:35) (T. Waits) I've grown up here now All of my life But I dreamed Someday I'd go Where blue eyed girls And red guitars and Naked rivers flow I'm not all I thought I'd be I always stayed around I've been as far as Mercy and Grand Frozen to the ground I can't stay here and I'm scared to leave (Just kiss me once and then) I'll go to hell I might as well Be whistlin' down the wind The bus at the corner The clock's on the wall Broken windmill There's no wind at all I've yelled and I've cursed If I stay here I'll rust I'm stuck like a shipwreck Out here in the dust Sky is red And the world's on fire And the corn is taller than me The dog is tied To a wagon of rain And the road is as wet as the sea And sometimes the music from a dance Will carry across the plains And the places that I'm dreaming of Do they dream only of me? There are places where they never sleep And the circus never ends So I will take the Marley Bone Coach And whistle down the wind. Tom Waits: Piano, Vocal David Phillips: Pedal Steel Guitar David Hidalgo: Violin, Accordion 14. I Don't Wanna Grow Up (2:31) (T. Waits/K. Brennan) When I'm lyin' in my bed at night I don't wanna grow up Nothin' ever seems to turn out right I don't wanna grow up. How do you move in a world of fog That's always changing things Makes me wish that I could be a dog When I see the price that you pay I don't wanna grown up I don't ever wanna be that way I don't wanna grow up. Seems like folks turn into things That they'd never want The only thing to live for Is today... I'm gonna put a hole in my T.V. set I don't wanna grow up Open up the medicine chest And I don't wanna grow up I don't wanna have to shout it out I don't want my hair to fall out I don't wanna be filled with doubt I don't wanna be a good boy scout I don't wanna have to learn to count I don't wanna have the biggest amount I don't wanna grow up. Well when I see my parents fight I don't wanna grow up They all go out and drinking all night And I don't wanna grow up I'd rather stay here in my room Nothin' out there but sad and gloom I don't wanna live in a big old tomb On Grand Street When I see the 5 o'clock news I don't wanna grow up Comb their hair and shine there shoes I don't wanna grow up Stay around in my old hometown I don't wanna put no money down I don't wanna get me a big old loan Work them fingers to the bone I don't wanna float a broom Fall in love and get married then boom How the hell did it get here so soon I don't wanna grow up Tom Waits: Vocal, Guitar Larry Taylor: Upright Bass 15. Let Me Get Up On It (0:53) (T. Waits) Published by Jalma Music Inc. (ASCAP) Tom Waits: Vocal, Percussion 16. Ôhat Feel (3:13) (K. Richards/T. Waits) Well there's one thing you can't lose It's that feel Your pants, your shirt, your shoes But not that feel. You can throw it out in the rain You can whip it like a dog You can chop it down like an old dead tree You can always see it When you're coming into town Once you hang it on the wall You can never take it down But there's one thing you can't lose And it's that feel You can pawn your watch and chain But not that feel It always comes and finds you It will always hear you cry I cross my wooden leg And I swear on my glass eye It will never leave you high and dry Never leave you loose It's harder to get rid of than tattoos But there's one thing you can't do Is lose that feel You can throw it off a bridge You can lose it in a fire You can leave it at the altar But it will make you out a liar You can fall down in the street You can leave it in the lurch Well you say that it's gospel But I know that it's only church And there's one thing you can't lose And it's that feel It's that feel --------------------------------------------------------------- Tom Waits: Guitar, Vocal, Drums Larry Taylor: Upright Bass Keith Richards: Guitar, Vocal David Phillips: Steel Guitar Waddy Wachtel: Guitar Produced by Tom Waits Associate Producer: Kathleen Brennan Recorded by Biff Dawes at Prairie Sun Recording, Cotati, CA Mixed by Tchad Blake except * Mixed by Biff Dawes ** Mixed by Joe Marquez *** Mixed by Joe Blaney at Studio 900 **Recorded by Joe Marquez 2nd Engineer: Joe Marquez 3rd Engineer: Shawn Michael Morris Musical Security Guard: Francis Thumm Mastered by Bob Ludwig at Masterdisk Production Coordination: Teresa Jones and Holly Ferguson Album Cover Concept: Tom Waits and Jesse Dylan Art Direction & Design: Christie Rixford Photography: Jesse Dylan Special thanks to: Kathleen, Kellesimone, Casey, Biff, Tchad, Joe, Serge Etienne, Óreative Rhythms, Clive, Jeff, Mooka, Clifton, Les, Keith and Sean Bryan Mantia a/k/a "Brain" appears courtesy of Relativity Records Les Claypool appears courtesy of Interscope Records David Hidalgo appears courtesy of Slash Records Keith Richards appears courtesy of Virgin Records America, Inc. Lyric reprint (C) 1992 Jalma Music Inc. (ASCAP) except "That feel" (C) 1992 Promopub B.V. (PRS) / Jalma Music Inc. (ASCAP). Used by permission. All rights reserved.