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Guitarist extraordinaire Marc Ribot‘s new album is Songs Of Resistance 1942 – 2018, where he reinterprets classic protest songs from around the world with help from a lot of very cool friends — including longtime collaborator Tom Waits, who sings the Italian folk song and anti-fascist anthem “Bella Ciao,” plus Steve Earle, Meshell Ndegeocello, Justin Vivian Bond, Tift Merritt, Fay Victor, Ohene Cornelius and Sam Amidon.
French documentary for TF1 television (One From The Heart: Reportage, in the studio w. Greg Cohen). Directed by Jean-Claude Arie. Los Angeles.
Entrevue: Jean-Claude Arie. Entrefien: Philippe Garnier. Image: J.P. Guillemard. Son: Joe Le Guillou. Montage: A.C. Bequet. Assist Realisation: Ph. Robert. Realisation: Jean-Claude Arie.
TF1 1982
Tom Waits & Crystal Gayle - 'One From The Heart' Rehearsals and Napa 'Musical Summit'.
Written by Tom Waits, Narrated by Ken Nordine, Illustrated by Joe Coleman
Stories for Ways & Means features original ‘grown up’ children’s story collaborations by some of this era’s most compelling storytellers from the worlds of music and contemporary art.
The project supports NGOs and nonprofit organizations advancing children’s causes around the world including Room to Read, Pencils of Promise, 826 National and many more.
Preorder now at http://SFWAM.org
Tom Waits live in London 1979 & Live in Chicago 1975
Live at BBC 1979 For TV Show "Live In Person"
- With a suitcase
- Never talk to strangers
- Step right up
- On the nickel
- Red shoes by the drugstore
- Burma
- Kentucky avenue
- Small change
- Closing time
Live in Chicago at PBS Soundstage 1975
- Eggs sausage
- Semi suite
- Diamonds on my windsheld
- Drunk on the moon
- Better off without a wife
- Nightwalk postcards
- The heart of saturday night
- San Diego Serenade
I got your letter today
And I miss you all so much, here
I can't wait to see you all
And I'm counting the days, dear
I still believe that there's gold
At the end of the world
And I'll come home
To Illinois
On the day after tomorrow
It is so hard
And it's cold here
And I'm tired of taking orders
And I miss old Rockford town
Up by the Wisconsin border
But I miss you won't believe
Shoveling snow and raking leaves
And my plane will touch tomorrow
On the day after tomorrow
I close my eyes
Every night
And I dream that I can hold you
They fill us full of lies
Everyone buys
About what it means to be a soldier
I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel
About all the blood that's been spilled
Look out on the street
Get me back home
On the day after tomorrow
You can't deny
The other side
Don't want to die
Any more than we do
What I'm trying to say,
Is don't they pray
To the same God that we do?
Tell me, how does God choose?
Whose prayers does he refuse?
Who turns the wheel?
And who throws the dice
On the day after tomorrow?
Mmmmmmm...
I'm not fighting
For justice
I am not fighting
For freedom
I am fighting
For my life
And another day
In the world here
I just do what I've been told
You're just the gravel on the road
And the one's that are lucky
One's come home
On the day after tomorrow
And the summer
It too will fade
And with it comes the winter's frost, dear
And I know we too are made
Of all the things that we have lost here
I'll be twenty-one today
I've been saving all my pay
And my plane will touch down
On the day after tomorrow
And my plane it will touch down
On the day after tomorrow
I should go out and honk, it's Independence Day
But 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 comin' back
The moon's 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 racin' form
But I should prob'ly wait here by the phone
And the brakes need adjustment on the convertible
Oh baby, this one's from the heart
The worm is climbin' the avocado tree
Rubbin' its back against the wall
Pour myself a double sympathy
Oh baby, this one's from the heart
Blondes, brunettes, and redheads put their hammer down
To pound a cold chisel through my heart
But they were nothin' 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
Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,
Well, it's just an invitation to the blues
And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue
She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",
You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues
But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,
It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey
But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze
And an open invitation to the blues
But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,
And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't 'cept at night,
And then he's drunk and never even told her that her cared
So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
And left her with an invitation to the blues
'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while
Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring,
And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,
And I'll accept your invitation to the blues
Hey Charley I'm pregnant
Living on 9th Street
Right above a dirty bookstore
Off Euclid Avenue
I stopped taking dope
And I quit drinking whiskey
And my old man plays the trombone
And works out at the track
He says that he loves me
Even though its not his baby
He says that he'll raise him up
Like he would his own son
He gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
And he takes me out dancin'
Every Saturday night
Hey Charley I think about you
Every time I pass a fillin' station
On account of all the grease
You used to wear in your hair
I still have that record
Of Little Anthony and The Imperials
But someone stole my record player
How do ya like that?
Hey Charley I almost went crazy
After Mario got busted
I went back to Omaha
To live with my folks
Everyone I used to know
Was either dead or in prison
So I came back to Minneapolis
This time I think I'm gonna stay
Hey Charley I think I'm happy
For the first time since my accident
I wish I had all the money
That we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot
And I wouldn't sell any of 'em
I'd just drive a different car every day
Dependin' on how I feel
Hey Charley, for chrissakes
Do you want to know the truth of it?
I don't have a husband
He don't play the trombone
I need to borrow money
To pay this lawyer
And Charley, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
Come Valentine's Day
"I don’t know what the ‘big time’ is"
- Tom Waits in 1988
As told to Chris Roberts (from http://Rocksbackpages.com)
Hear more from this rare interview: http://blankonblank.org/interviews/to...
"He’s a natural raconteur. A great one. You just get out of the way and let him do his thing, perform. If you can nudge the jokes along, so much the better." - Chris Roberts on interviewing Tom Waits.
From this glorious interview (recorded on cassette tape) we decided to just dip inside the mind of Tom Waits. So he takes us to church, Stonehenge, the streets of New York and inside a Hawaiian nightmare. The interview was recorded in a London recording studio and you can hear muffled music throughout the conversation.
Get more on Tom Waits, his turn as an aniamated cartoon in the 1970s, paling around with Keith Richards and Charles Bukowski and GIFs from the episode:
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Executive Producer: David Gerlach
Animator: Patrick Smith
Audio Producer: Amy Drozdowska
Colorist: Jennifer Yoo
Music from Tom Waits
"Clap Hands"
"Hang Down Your Head"
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