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* Franks wild years * (p)1987

* Franks wild years *


CD: (P) (C) 1987 ISLAND RECORDS LTD. 258216;

1. Hang on st. Christopher


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS HORN ARRANGEMENTS GREG COHEN Hang on st. christopher through the smoke and the oil Buckle down the rumble seat let the radiator boil got an overhead downshift and a two dollar grill got an 85 cabin on an 85 hill Hang on st. christopher on the passenger side open it up tonight the devil can ride hang on st. christopher with a barrel house dog kick me up mt. baldy throw me out in the fog tear a hole in the jack pot drive a stake through his heart do a 100 on the grapevine do a jump on the start hang on st. christopher now don't let me go get me to reno and bring it in low, yeah. hang on st. christopher with the hammer to the floor put a hi ball in the crank case nail a crow to the door get a bottle for the jockey gimme a 294 there's a 750 norton bustin' down january's door hang on st. christopher on the passenger side open it up tonight the devil can ride hang on st. christopher now don't let me go get me to reno got to bring it in low put my baby on the flat car got to burn down the caboose get 'em all jacked up on whiskey then we'll turn the mad dog loose hang on st. christopher on the passenger side open it up tonight the devil can ride on yeah TOM WAITS VOCALS GREG COHEN ALTO HORN RALPH CARNEY TENOR SAX MARC RIBOT GUITAR WILLIAM SCHIMMEL LESLIE BASS PEDALS MICHAEL BLAIR DRUMS

2. Straight to the top (Rhumba)


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS AND GREG COHEN I'm going straight to the top oh yea up where the air is fresh and clean I'm going straight up to the top if you know me, you know what I mean I can't let sorrow try and pull ol'Frankie down live for tomarrow I have found you I'm going straight to the top up where the air is fresh and clean I know what I will never stop, oh no, until I know I'm wild and free. just like a champagne bubble pop pop pop.. I'm like those birdies high up in the trees I can't let sorrow pull ol'Frankie down live for tomorrow I have found you. I'm going straight up to the top oh yeah up where the air is fresh and clean. TOM WAITS VOCAL, OPTIGON, CONGA GREG COHEN LESLIE BASS PEDALS RALPH CARNEY SAXES LARRY TAYLOR UPRIGHT BASS MICHAEL BLAIR CONGA WILLIAM SCHIMMEL PUMP ORGAN

3. Blow wind blow


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS Mary's on the black top There's a husband in the dog house In the middle of a shakedown She got quiet as a church mouse She found Raleigh's on the dashboard Sugar daddy caught a polocar. Ain't no solitary tap dance way down here I swear I's ridin on a field mouse we were dancin' in the slaughterhouse If you swing along the beltway then you skid along the all day cause I went a little crazy and I sat upon a high chair And I'm smokin like a diesel way out here Blow wind blow - blow me away here - blow wind blow (repeat) TOM WAITS VOCAL, PUMP ORGAN GREG COHEN ALTO HORN FRANCIS THUMM PUMP ORGAN MICHAEL BLAIR GLOCKENSPIEL

4. Temptation


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS VOCAL ARRANGEMENTS KATHLEEN BRENNAN HORN ARRANGEMENTS GREG COHEN Rusted brandy in a diamond glass everything is made from dreams time is made from honey slow and sweet only the fools know what it means temptation, temptation, temptation oh, temptation, temptation, I can't resist. I know that she is made of smoke but I've lost my way she knows that I am broke so that I must play temptation, temptation, temptation oh, whoa, temptation, temptation, I can't resist. Dutch pink and Italian blue she is there waiting for you my will has disappeared now my confusions oh so clear temptation, temptation, temptation whoa, whoa, temptation, temptation I can't resist. TOM WAITS OPTIGON, VOCALS, GUITAR MICHAEL BLAIR PERCUSSION, CONGA, MARACHAS RALPH CARNEY SAXOPHONE MORRIS TEPPER GUITAR MARC RIBOT GUITAR GREG COHEN BASS

5. Innocent when you dream (Barroom)


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS The bats are in the belfry the dew is on the moor where are the arms that held me and pledged her love before and pledged her love before Chorus: It's such a sad old feeling the fields are soft and green it's memories that I'm stealing but you are innocent when you dream when you dream you're innocent when you dream Running through the graveyard we laughed my friends and I we swore we'd be together until the day we died until the day we died Repeat chorus I made a golden promise that we would never part I gave my love a locket and then I broke her heart and then I broke her heart Repeat chorus TOM WAITS PUMP ORGAN, VOCALS GREG COHEN BASS RALPH CARNEY VIOLIN WILLIAM SCHIMMEL PIANO

6. I'll be gone


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS & KATHLEEN BRENNAN Tonight I'll shave the mountain I'll cut the hearts from pharoahs I pull the road off the rise tear the memories from my eyes and in the morning I'll be gone I drink 1000 shipwrecks tonight I'll steal your paychecks I paint the sheets across my bed the birds will all fly from my head and in the morning I'll be gone take every dream that's breathing find every boot that's leaving shoot all the lights in the cafe and in the morning I'll be gone I bet a 1000 dollars I have a french companion I tie myself below the deck I pull the rope around my neck and in the morning I'll be gone it takes a life to win her there is a drum of bourbon 800 pounds of nitro his boots are thunder as he plays there is a stone inside it tonight his bones will ride it I'll need a tent to hide it and in the morning I'll be gone and in the morning I'll be gone and in the morning I'll be gone TOM WAITS VOCAL & ROOSTER WILLIAM SCHIMMEL ACCORDION GREG COHEN BASS MICHAEL BLAIR MARIMBA MORRIS TEPPER GUITAR RALPH CARNEY BARITONE HORN

7. Yesterday is here


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS & KATHLEEN BRENNAN If you want money in your pocket and a top hat on your head a hot meal on your table and a blanket on your bed well today is grey skies tomorrow is tears you'll have to wait till yesterday is here Well I'm leaving on a train and if you want to stay behind and wait til I come back again well today is grey skies tomorrow is tears you'll have to wait til yesterday is here If you want to go where the rainbows end you'll have to say goodbye all our dreams come true baby up ahead and it's out where your memories lie well the road's out before me and the moon is shining bright what I want you to remember as I disappear tonight today is grey skies tomorrow's tears you'll have to wait til yesterday is here TOM WAITS VOCALS, GUITAR & TAMBOURINE LARRY TAYLOR BASS

8. Please wake me up


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS & KATHLEEN BRENNAN I put my chips on her shoulder running in carnival time she bought the things that I told her they made her eyes sparkle and shine together we'll ring in the new year I know that she'll be my queen and if I fall asleep in your arms please wake me up in my dreams Her out-fit was all made of vinyl like nothing that I've ever seen when our divorces are final She'll fit right into my scheme next to the pawnshop's a chapel I'll show you just what I mean and if I fall asleep in your arms please wake me up in my dreams. TOM WAITS VOCAL, MELOTRON & OPTIGON RALPH CARNEY BARITONE HORN GREG COHEN BASS JAY ANDERSON BASS

9. Franks theme


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS Dream away the tears in your eyes Dream away your sorrows Dream away all your goodbyes Dream away tomorrow I promise when the sun comes up I promise I'll be true and just like before the band starts to play they always play your favorite tune and dream away when everyone's gone dream away your grey skies too dream away and nothing is wrong dreams have wishes that are waiting for you and up ahead the road is turning turning for you and me and just like before the band starts to play now there's that twinkle in your eye and dream away TOM WAITS VOCALS, PUMP ORGAN

10. More than rain


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight it's more than thunder it's more than thunder it's more than a swindle this crooked card game it's more than sad times it's more than sad times none of our pockets are filled with gold nobody's caught the bouquet there no dead presidents we can fold nothing is going our way and it's more than goodbye I have to say to you it's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now TOM WAITS VOCAL, OPTIGON GREG COHEN BASS WILLIAM SCHIMMEL ACCORDION MORRIS TEPPER GUITAR FRANCIS THUMM PREPARED PIANO MICHAEL BLAIR ORQUESTRA BELLS RALPH CARNEY BARITONE HORN

11. Way down in the hole


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS ``Well, I feel we should move right into the religious material.'' When you walk through the garden, You've gotta watch your back. Well, I beg you're pardon; Walk the straight and narrow track. When you walk with Jesus, Нe's gonna save your soul. You've got to keep the Devil; Well, you've got to keep him down in the hole. He's got the fire реоple, he's got the fury at his command. Oh, you don't have to worry Нold on to, hold on to... Jesus hand we'll all be safe from Satan when the thunder, when the thunder starts to roll. We've got to keep the devil, keep him on down down in the hole. That red horned, lousy, low life, underneath our boots.. Рraise the Lord. I don't know what it is. Тwo dollar - that demonmiester Тhree dollar - that prince devil Just see if you can come up with a figure that matches your faith He said, how much has Jesus done for you? And we got to go in, with our hydrolic system, aпd blast him out. People, can I get an amen? All the angels, pledge God to sing; all about Jesus mighty sword. And they'll shield you with their wings Рeople, they'll keep you close to the Lord. Now don't pay heed to temptation, For his hands are so cold. You've got to keep the devil, keep him on down in the hole. Down in the hole Down in the hole Down in the hole People, I've got to speak about something... Сan I get an amen? Сan I get an halaluja? Рraise the lord. God bless you. The Lord is a very very busy man. I'll do what I can. Вut Jesus is always going for the big picture... Вut he's always there to help us out of the little jams too. Down in the hole Down in the hole Down in the hole Кeep him down in the hold You've got to keep the devil down in the hole You've got to keep the devil down in the hole Keep him on down in the hole Down... down, down, down mighty devil I send you down below my boots. down, down, filling my live with anger and strife Go down mighty devil. Find a place to live. Down down down... TOM WAITS VOCALS RALPH CARNEY SAXES MICHAEL BLAIR PERCUSSION MARC RIBOT GUITAR ANGELA BROWN BACKGROUND VOCALS LESLIE HOLLAND BACKGROUND VOCALS LYNNE JORDAN BACKGROUND VOCALS GREG COHEN BASS

12. Straight to the top (Vegas)


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS AND GREG COHEN (ARRANGED BY GREG COHEN) TOM WAITS VOCAL STYLINGS WILLIAM SCHIMMEL COCKTAIL PIANO RALPH CARNEY TENOR SAX GREG COHEN BASS MICHAEL BLAIR DRUMS

13. I'll take New York


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS I'll tip the newsboy I'll get a shine I'll ride this dream to the end of the line I'm goin places I'll take a ride Up to the Riverside I'll take NY I'll let it happen I'll pop the cork tear off the wrappin' I'll make a splash on the Hudson that's how I will arrive Hey, do you have two tens for a five? Roll out the carpet Strike up the band break into the best champagne when I land Beat the Parade drum hit all the bars I want the moon and stars But I'll take NY I'll make it happen Blow out the candles tear off the wrappin And I know someday they'll have to name a street after me right next door to old Franklin D TOM WAITS VOCAL WILLIAM SCHIMMEL PUMP ORGAN RALPH CARNEY SAX MICHAEL BLAIR DRUMS GREG COHEN BASS

14. Telephone call from Istanbul


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS All night long on the broken glass livin in a medicine chest mediteromanian hotel back sprawled across a roll top desk the monkey rode the blade on an overhead fan they paint the donkey blue if you pay I got a telephone call from Istanbul my baby's coming home today will you sell me one of those if I shave my head get me out of town is what fireball said never trust a man in a blue trench coat never drive a car when you're dead Saturday's a festival Friday's a gem die your hair yellow and raise your hem follow me to beulah's on dry creek road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed take me down to buy a tux on red rose bear got to cut a hole in the day I got a telephone call from Istanbul my baby's coming home today TOM WAITS VOCALS, FARFISA, DRUMS GREG COHEN BASS MORRIS TEPPER GUITAR MARC RIBOT BANJO MICHAEL BLAIR DRUMS

15. Cold cold ground


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe never slept with a dream before he had to go away there's a bell in the tower Uncle Ray bought a round don't worry bout the army in the cold cold ground. cold cold ground now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed there's a bird in the chimney and a stone in my bed when the road's washed out they pass the bottle around and wait in the arms of the cold cold ground cold cold ground there's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope and a briar patch of berries takin over the slope the cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town till we bury every dream in the cold cold ground cold cold ground gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells blow the roof off the goat barn let it roll down the hill the piano is firewood times square is a dream. I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground cold cold ground cold cold ground call the cops on the Breedloves bring a bible and a rope and a whole box of rebel and a bar of soap make a pile of trunk tires and burn 'em all down bring a dollar with you baby in the cold cold ground cold cold ground take a weathervane rooster throw rocks at his head stop talking to the neighbors till we all go dead beware of my temper and the dog that I've found break all the windows in the cold cold ground cold cold ground TOM WAITS GUITARS & VOCAL DAVID HIDALGO ACCORDION LARRY TAYLOR BASS

16. Train song


WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS Well I broke down in E. St. Louis On the Kansas City line and I drunk up all my money that I borrowed every time and I fell down at the derby and now the night's black as a crow It was a train that took me away from here but a train can't bring me home What made my dreams so hollow was standing at the depot with a steeple full of swallows that could never ring the bell and I come ten thousand miles away with not one thing to show well it was a train that took me away from here but a train cant take me home I remember when I left without bothering to pack you know I up and left with just the clothes I had on my back now I'm sorry for what I've done and I'm out here on my own well it was a train that took me away from here but a train cant bring me home TOM WAITS PIANO, VOCAL, PUMP ORGAN DAVID HIDALGO ACCORDION LARRY TAYLOR BASS GREG COHEN ALTO HORN

17. Innocent when you dream


--------------------------------------------------------------- PRODUCED BY TOM WAITS PRODUCER'S ASSISTANT ELLEN SMITH RECORDED BY DANNY LEAKE & BIFF DAWES MIXED BY BIFF DAWES ADDITIONAL ENGINEERS TCHAD BLAKE, DAVID GLOVER, MIKE KLOSTER, STEPHEN SHELTON, DAVID KNIGHT, LORITA DELACERNA, BILL HIGLEY RECORDED AT SUNSET SOUND, LOS ANGELES MASTERED BY HOWIE WEINBERG AT MASTERDISK, NEW YORK CONCEPTION & PHOTOGRAPHY J.B. MONDINO ART DIRECTION JEFF PRICE MAKE-UP MATHILDE LEMANN PROJECT COORDINATORS FRANKIE DOCTOR, CATHARINA MASTERS-BUNCH DEDICATED TO KATHLEEN DAVID HIDALGO APPEARS COURTESY OF SLASH/WARNER BROS, INC. (C) 1986, 1987 JALMA MUSIC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. USED BY PERMISSION. #16/JUL/94, ANDREY A N

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Un Operachi Romantico in Two Acts RAINVILLE. HARLDY EVER DID THOUGH. RAIN THAT IS. IT WAS NOWHERE. RAILROAD TRACKS RAN UP THE BACK OF THE STATE LIKE STITCHES. TELEPHONE LINES SLASHED THE ORANGE DAWNS LIKE A WRECKED SHIP'S RIGGING... AND WHEN IT RAINED THE WHOLE TOWN WENT MAD. DOGS RAN WILD IN THE STREETS. FRANK WAS SQUEEZED BETWEEN SCRAP IRON PLACES AND RADIATOR REPAIR SHOPS... RAINVILLE, GOOD PLACE TO DREAM YOURSELF AWAY FROM. WHEN THE TRAINS THUNDERED PAST THE BACKYARD FENCE, BOUND FOR OXNARD, LOMPOC, GILA BEND, STANFIELD AND PARTS SOUTH WHERE THE WIND BLEW BIG, FRANK WOULD COUNT THE CARS AND MAKE A WISH JUST LIKE HE DID WHEN HE WAS A KID... AT LEAST SOMETHING WAS GETTING OUT OF TOWN ALIVE... ONE MOONLIGHT NIGHT FRANK PACKED UP HIS ACCORDION AND SAID BLOW WIND BLOW WHEREVER YOU MAY GO...CAUSE I'M GOING STRAIGHT TO THE TOP...UP WHERE THE AIR IS FRESH AND CLEAN.

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