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Tom Waits -
  - Martha
Heart Rending http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9Mse62NFl4 
Operator, number, please: It's been so many years Will she remember my old voice While I fight the tears? Hello, hello there, is this Martha? This is old Tom Frost, And I am calling long distance, Don't worry 'bout the cost. 'Cause it's been forty years or more, Now Martha please recall, Meet me out for coffee, Where we'll talk about it all. And those were the days of roses, Poetry and prose and Martha All I had was you and all you had was me. There was no tomorrows, We'd packed away our sorrows And we saved them for a rainy day. And I feel so much older now, And you're much older too, How's your husband? And how's the kids? You know that I got married too? Lucky that you found someone To make you feel secure, 'Cause we were all so young and foolish, Now we are mature. And those were the days of roses, Poetry and prose and Martha All I had was you and all you had was me. There was no tomorrows, We'd packed away our sorrows And we saved them for a rainy day. And I was always so impulsive, I guess that I still am, And all that really mattered then Was that I was a man. I guess that our being together Was never meant to be. And Martha, Martha, I love you can't you see? And those were the days of roses, Poetry and prose and Martha All I had was you and all you had was me. There was no tomorrows, We'd packed away our sorrows And we saved them for a rainy day. And I remember quiet evenings Trembling close to you... |
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I'm so glad you introduced me to Tom Waits.
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He is quite the amazing bardly artiste~troubador ...
Loves me a soulful, whiskey gravel voice, tinkerin' w/ the ivories ... 
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And he's an awesome actor- Renfield in Dracula, Earl Piggot in Short Cuts...to name a very few.
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Agreed ...
Love him bestesterrific in Jim Jarmusch's "Down by Law" ... 
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Edited by
s1owhand
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Tue 05/18/10 09:54 PM
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Invitation to the Blues
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 |
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...
 ... Soooooo glad I caught it before ya cut the link out!
... Sublime, simply sublime ... 
Invitation to the Blues 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 |
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prefer the original recording from small change but it's not on youtube
http://popup.lala.com/popup/360569470942674609
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prefer the original recording from small change but it's not on youtube http://popup.lala.com/popup/360569470942674609
 ... I just KNEW that was what was afoot ...
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Tom Waits -
 - I Hope I Don't Fall In Love With You & No One Knows I'm Gone
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KX4apvTdvzE |
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Chocolate Jesus
Canned http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5kHx1itU8c&feature=related Live http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wfamPW3Eaw&feature=related |
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Rain Dogs ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4c_YaKVj0AM[//url] |
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"Martha" Amazing song, thanks Kate
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Edited by
Dancere
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Fri 05/21/10 01:29 PM
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"Martha" Amazing song, thanks Kate
So very welcome, (((Ms Amanda))) ... 
He's an artistic genius, gets ya where ya live ... NO frills! This one is for you, darlin': Tom Traubert's Blues ~ Waltzing Matilda ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWufCLzYpdY Edit: Enjoy, Love ... 
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That was beautiful gorgeous amazing!!
I loved it thanks Kate
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Diana Krall -
 - The Heart of Saturday Night
Fantastimagorical cover of Tom Waits ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hk4wn_YPocc&feature=related ...Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday night And you got paid on Friday And your pockets are jinglin' And you see the lights You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6 And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night Then you comb your hair Shave your face Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace All the other days In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday You're reachin' your peak Stoppin' on the red You're goin' on the green 'Cause tonight'll be like nothin' You've ever seen And you're barrelin' down the boulevard Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin? Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye? Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye. Makes it kind of quiver down in the core 'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before And now you're stumblin' You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night Well you gassed her up And you're behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrellin' down the boulevard, You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin? Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye. Makes it kind of special down in the core And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before It's found you stumblin' Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night And you're stumblin' Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night |
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... Frank's Wild Years
