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* Blue valentines *(p)1978

* Blue valentines *

1. Red shoes by the drugstorе

She wore red shoes by the newstand As the rain splashed the nickle Spilled like chablis along the midway Theres a little bluejay In a red dress, on a sad night One straw in a rootbeer A compact with a cracked mirror And a bottle of evening in paris perfume Whats this sad tune He told her to wait by the magazines He had to take care of some business it seems Bring a raincoat And a suitcase And your dark eyes And wear those red shoes Theres a dark huddle at the bus stop Unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet li'l cesar got caught He has going down to second He has cooled Changing stations on the chamber To steal a diamond From a jewelry store for his baby He loved the way she looked In those red shoes She waited by the drugstore Cesaer had never been late before and the dogs bayed the moon And rattled their chains And the cold jingle of taps in a puddle Was the burgler alarm Snitchin on cesaer Note the rain washes memories from the sidewalks And the hounds splash down the nickle Full of soldiers And santa claus is drunk in the ski room And it's christmas eve In a sad cafe when the moon gets this way Ther's a little blue my By the newstand Wearing red shoes So meet me tonight by the drugstore W're goin' out tonight Wear your red shoes (Tom Waits) (C)1978 Fith Floor Music, Inc.(ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal;Da Willie Gonga - Yahama Electric Piano; Rick Lawson - Drums; Roland Bautista - Electric Guitar; Byron Miller - Bass

2. Сhristmas card from a hooker in minneapolis

Hey Charley I'm pregnant and living on 9-th street Right above a dirty bookstore Off cuclid avenue And I stopped taking dope And I quit drinking whiskey And my old man plays the trombone And works out at the track. And he says that he loves me Even though its not his baby And he says that he'll raise him up Like he would his own son And he gave me a ring That was worn by his mother And he takes me out dancin Every saturday nite. And hey Charley I think about you Everytime I pass a fillin' station On account of all the grease You used to wear in your hair and I still have that record Of little anthony & the imperials But someone stole my record player How do you like that? hey Charley I almost went crazy After mario got busted So I went back to omaha to Live with my folks But everyone I used to know Was either dead or in prison So I came back in minneapolis this time I think I'm gonna stay. Hey Charley I think I'm happy For the first time since my accident And 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 And I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer And Charley, hey i'll be eligible for parole Come valentines day. (Tom Waits) (C)1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal & Acoustic Piano; Da Willie Gonga - Yamaha Electric Grand Piano

3. Romeo is bleeding

Romeo is bleeding but not so as you'd notice He's over on 18hh street as usual Lookin' so hard against the hood of his car And puttin' out a cigarette in his hand And for all the pachucos at the pumps At romeros paint and body They all seein' how far they can spit Well it was just another night but how they're huddled in the brake lights of a 58 belair And listenin' to how romeo killed a sherrif his knife And they all jump when they hear the sirens But romeo just laughs and says all the racket in the world ain't never gonna Save that coppers ass He'll never see another summertime for gunnin' down my brother And leavin' him like a dog beneath a car without his knife And romeo says hey man gimme a cigarette And they all reach for their pack and frankie lights it for him and pats him on the back And throws bottle at a milk truck And as it breaks he grabs his nuts And they all know they could be just like romeo If they only had the guts But romeo is bleeding but nobody can tell And he sings along with the radio With a bullet in his chest And he combs back his fenders And they all agree its clear That every thing is cool now that romeos here But romeo is bleeding And he winces now and then and he leans against the car doors and feels the blood in his shoes And someones crying in the phone booth At the 5 points by thestore Romeo starts his engine And wipes the blood off the door and he brodys through the signal With the radio full blast Leavin' the boys there hikin' up there chinos And they all try to stand like romeo Beneath the moon cut like a sickle And they're talkin' now in spanish about there hero but romeo is bleeding as he gives the man his ticket And he climbs to the balcony at the movies And he'll die without a wimper Like every heros dream Just an angel with a bullet And cagney on the screen (Tom Waits) (C) 1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal & Electric Guitar; Frank Vicary - Tenor Sax; Ray Crawford - Electric Guitar; Charles Kynard - Organ; Jim Hughart - Bass; Chip White - Drums; Bobbye Hall - Congas

4. $29.00

Little black girl in a red dress On a hothight with a broken shoe Little black girl you shoulde never left home theres probly someone thats still waitin' up for you Its cold back in chicago But in los angles its worse When all you got is $29.00 and an alligator purse I see already that vulture in the fleetwood With the startruse hood can see you're trying to get you bearrings And you say hey which ways the main stem And where ever you say you're from He'll say he grew up there himself And he'll comeon and make you feel Like you grew up right next door to him And you say take a left on a central And he trows it in reverse Cause you only got $29.00 and an alligator purse And he'll come on like a gentleman And you'll be a little shy You say you ex old man was a sax player he'll say baby i used to play bass for sly And you say you like his cadillac, say honey, i got 2 or 3 He'll say sweetheart you're sure fortunate That you ran into me When you've done a dime in the joint you figure nothin' could be worse And you got $29.00 and an alligator purse Well he got pharoh on the 8 track You start smokin' a little boo You thinkin' gettin' outofchicago was the Best thing that ever happend to you startin' to like it already This cat seems to be cool And he says honey i know a good hotel out in west hollywood That'd be just right for you But he ain't know good samaritan He'll make sure he's reimursed Lot more than $29.00 and a alligator purse Now the sirens just an epilog The cops here always get there too late They always stop for coffee on the way to the scene of the crime Then they always try so hard to look just like movie stars They couldnt catch a cold You ony wasting you dime and she's lucky to be alive The doctor whispered to the nurse She only lost a 1/2 pint of blood $29.00 and an alligator purse (Tom Waits) (C) 1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal & Electric Guitar; Da Willie Gonga - Yamaha Electric Grand Piano; Roland Bautista - Electric Guitar; Byron Miller - Bass; Rick Lawson - Drums

5. Wrong side of the road

Put a dead cat on the railraod tracks When the wolf bains blooming by the tressel And get the eyeball of a rooster And the stones from a ditch And wash em down with bilge water And say you'll never snitch Take the buttons from a yellow jacket The feather from a buzzard And the blood from the bounty hunters cold black heart Catch the tears of a window In a thimble made ofglass Tell your mamaand your papa theycan kiss your ass Poison all the water in the wishin' well And hang all them scarecrows from a sycamore tree Burn down all those honeymoons Put em in a pillow case and wait next to the switch blades at the amusements park for me Strangle all the cristmas carols Scratch out all you prayers Tie em up with barbed wire And push them down the stairs And i'll whittle you a pistol For reepin' nightmares off the blinds those sunsabitches always seem to sneak up from behind Syphom all the gas from your daddys pickup truck Fill up jonnys t bird I got a couple bucks Put on little perfume and ribbon in your hair Careful that you don't wake up the hounds Tear a bolt of lightning Off the side of the sky And throw in the cedar chest If you want me to tell you why Bring the gear shift knob from a 49 mere And lay down here beside me Let me hold you in the dirt And you'll tremble as the flames tear the throat out of the night Sink your teeth into my shoulder Dig your nails into my back Tell that lettle girl to let go of my sleeve You'll be awoman when i catch you as you faqll in love with me Then with my double barrel shotgun And a whole box of shells We'll celebrate the 4 of july We'll do 100 mph Spendin' someone elses dough and we'll drive all the way to reno On the wrong side of the road (Tom Waits) (C) 1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal & Electric Guitar; Charles Kynard - Organ; Frank Vicary - Tenor Sax; Ray Crawford - Electric Guitar; Jim Hughart - Bass; Chip White - Drums

6. Whistlin' past the graveyard

Well i come in on a night train With an arm full of box cars on the wings of a magpie Cross a hooligan night And i busted up a chifforobe Way out by the cocomo Cooked up a mess a mulligan and got into a fight Whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack I'm a mean motherhubbard Papa one eyes jack you probably seen me sleepin' Out by the railroad tracks Go on and ask the prince of darkness What about all thet smoke Come from the stack Sometimes i kill myself a jackel Suck out all the blood Steal myself a stationwagon Drivin' through the mud Whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack I'm mean motherhubbard Papa one eyed jack i know you seen my headlights And the honkin' of my horn I'm callin' out my bloodhounds Chase the devil through the corn Last night i chugged the mississippi now that suckers dry as a bone Born in a taxi cab I'm never comin' home Whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack I'm mean motherhubbard papa one eyed jack Myeyes have seen the glory Of the drainin' og the ditch I only come to baton rouge To find myself a witch I'm-ona snatch me up a Couple of em every time itrains You see a locomotive Probably thinkin' its a train Whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack I'm a mean motherhubbard papa one eyed jack What you think is the sunshine Is just a twinkle in my eye That ring around my fingers just the 4th of july When i get a little bit lonesome And a tear falls from my check Theres gonna be an ocean in The middle of the week Whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack I'm mean motherhubbard Papa one eyed jack I rode into town on a night train With an arm full of box cars On the wings of a magpie Cross a hooligan night I'm-ona tear me off a rainbow And wear it for a tie I never told the truth So i can never tell a lie Whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack I'm mean motherhubbard Papa one eyed jack (Tom Waits) (C) 1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal & Electric Guitar; Harold Battiste "Shine" Robinson - Electric Guitar; Herbert - Tenor Sax; Scott Edwards - Bass; Earl Palmer

7. Kentucky avenue

Eddie graces buick got 4 bullet holes in the side Charley delislesittin' at the top of an avacado tree Mrs storml stab you with a steak knife if you step on her lawn I got a half pack of lucky strikes man come along with me Lets fill our pockets with macadamia nuts Then go ever to bobby goodmansons And jump off the roof Hilda plays strip poker And her mamas across the street Joey narinsky says she put her tongue in his mouth Dicky faulkners got a switchblade And some goosenecks risers that eucalyptus is a hunchback Theres a wind up from the south Let me tie you up with kite string And i'll show you the scabs on my knee Watch out for the broken glass, put your shoes and socks on and come along with me Lets follow that fire truck I think your house is burning down Then go down to the hobo jungle and kill some rattle snakes with a trowel We'll break all the windows in the ols anderson place and steal a bunch of boysenberrys Ans swear em on our face I'll get a dollar from my mamas purse And buy that scull and crossbones ring And you can wear it round your neck on an old piece of string Then we'll split on ronniie arnold And flip him the bird And slash the tires on the school bus Now don't say a word I'll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials on my arm And i'll show you how to sneak up on the roof of the drugstore Take the spokes from your wheellchair and a magpies wings And tie em to your shoulders and your feet I'll steal a hacksaw from my dad And cut the braces off your legs And we'll bury them tonight in the cornfield Put a church key in your pocket We'll hop that freight train in the hall And we'll slide down the drain all the way To new orleans in the fall (Tom Waits) (C) 1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Orchestra Arranged & Conducted by Bob Alcivar; Vocal & Piano - Tom Waits

8. A sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun

It's raining it's pouring And you didn't bring a sweater Nebraska'll never let you come back home And on hollywood and vine By the trifty mart sign And night i'll be willin' to bet There's a young girl with sweet little wishes And pretty blue dreams Standin' there and gettin' all wet Now there's a place off the drag called the gilbert hotel There's a couple letters burned out the sign And it's better then a bus stop And they do good business Every time it rains For sweet little girls With nothing in their jeans but sweet little wishes And pretty blue dreams Now it's raining it's pouring The old man is snoring Now i lay me down to sleep I hear the sirens in the street All the dreams are made of chrome I have no way to get back home I'd rather die before i wake Like marilyn monroe And throw my dreams out in The street and the Rain will make em grow now the night clerk he got a club foot And he's heard times or more He says check out time is 10 am And that's just what he means and you go up the stairs With sweet little wishes And pretty blue dreams Now it's raining it's pouring And hollywoods just fine Swindle a little out of her dreams put a letter in the sign Never trust a scarecrow Wearin' shades after dark Be areful of that old bow tie he wears It takes asweet little bullet From a pretty blue gun To put those scarlet ribbons in your hair No that ain't no cherry bomb 4th of july's all done Just some fool playin' that a second line From the barrel of a pretty blue gun No that ain't no cherry bomb 4th of july's all done get some fool playin' that second line From the barrel of a pretty blue gun. (Tom Waits) (C) 1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal & Electric Guitar; Gerbert Hardesty - Tenor Sax; "Shine" Robinson - Electric Guitar; Harold Battiste - Piano; Scott Edwards - Bass; Earl Palmer - Drums

+ 9. Вlue valentines

She sends me blue valentines All the way from philadelphia To mark the anniversary Of someone that I used to be And it feels just like there's A warrant out for my arrest Got me checkin' in my rearview mirrror And I'm always on the run Thats why I change my name And I didn't think you'd ever find me here To send me blue valentines Like half forgotten dreams like a pebble in my shoe As I walk these streets And the ghost of your memory Is the thistle in the kiss And the burgler that that can break a roses neck it's the tattooed broken promise That I hide beneath my sleeve And I see you every time I turn my back She sends me blue valentines Though I try to remain at large They're insisting that our love must have a culogy Why do I save all of this madness In the nightstand drawer There to haunt upon my shoulders Baby I know i'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go With a blind and broken heart That sleeps beneath my lapel She sends me blue valentines To remind me of my cardinal sin i can never wash the guilt Or get these bloodstains off my hands And it takes a lot of whiskey to make these nightmares go away And I cut my bleedin' heart out every nite And I die a little more on each st. valentine day Remember that I promised I would Write you... these blue valentines blue valentines blue valentines Intro ----- /------------ twice ----------------\ | | ||--12----|-------------|---------------12--|-----------------| ||--10----|--------7----|---------------10--|--------7-----7--| ||--10----|--------7----|---------------10--|--------7-----7--| ||--0-----|-----6-------|-------------------|-----6-----6-----| ||--------|--0----------|-------------------|--0--------------| ||--------|-------------|--~~~~10---10------|-----------------| (long slide) 1st Verse --------- She sends me... /----------- three times -------------\ | | |-------5---6--|-----------------------| |-------6---6--|---------------7---7---| |-----5---5----|---------------7---7---| |--------------|------------6----6-----| |--5-----------|-----------------------| |--------------|---------0-------------| blue valen-tines a-way from phila-delphia to mark the anni-versary /--------------------------- three times ---------------------------\ | | |--------------|------------------|--------5-----5--|------------------| |-------5---5--|---------5----5---|--------6-----6--|-----------7---7--| |-------5---5--|---------6----6---|--------5--5-----|-----------7---7--| |-----5---5----|------5----5------|-----------------|--------6----6----| |--0-----------|---0--------------|-~~5--5----------|------------------| |--------------|------------------|-----------------|------0-----------| of someone that I used to be and it feels like there's a warrant out of my arrest, got me checkin' in my rear view- mirror and i'm always on the run |--------------|---------------------| |-------5---5--|------------5----5---| |-------5---5--|------------6----6---| |-----5---5----|---------5----5------| |--0-----------|------0--------------| |--------------|---------------------| that's why I changed my name and I |----------------|-------|-----------------------|-------| |-------7-----7--|-------|--------------7-----7--|-------| |-------8-----8--|--bis--|--------------7-----7--|--bis--| |----7-----7-----|-------|-----------6-----6-----|-------| |----------------|-------|-----------------------|-------| |--7-------------|-------|---------0-------------|-------| didn't think you'd ever find me here -> goto beginning --------------------------------------------------------------- (Tom Waits) (C) 1978 Fifth Floor Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Tom Waits - Vocal & Electric Guitar; Electric Guitar Solo - Ray Crawford

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