After a bit of listening, when you can distinguish and blend the sound arabesques correctly in your listening, distinguishing - without defining, here there are no definitions "..." a foray into the percussion, diving into the melody and the singing, which Tom makes into an almost endless filastrocca of life - and death at the same time - the playful atmosphere, a bit like a circus, a solitary madman with his circus in his head "..." ; without everything overwhelming you immediately, it becomes almost a quasi-shamanic rite.
Tom Waits- It's alright with me