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Rating: From the wrong side of the street. Life lived on the edge. Seen from the sidelines. From below. The fantastic opening of West Side Story projects us into another world. Romantic and harsh. Smoky and distant. We don't know America like this. Or we believe it doesn’t exist. Yet, here, the white and red colors and stars of the American flag are faded, washed out. Or they don't exist. America doesn't always win. It's not always first. It's not always better.
Why do I like this album so much? Because at certain moments in life you realize that not everything is perfect as imagined. Because on some Saturday nights you prefer to stay home with a glass of whiskey in hand while listening in the background to the cheerful and noisy sounds of those going out to have fun. Because, perhaps, it’s pointless to go out when you know perfectly well that the girl you love will be with another. Because you want to turn off the TV, your brain, everything and not think. Or because, simply, there isn’t even enough money to fill your car’s gas tank. It’s not rhetoric. The motto of our days is to win, not to give up, to get over everything and everyone. But why? Why can’t you let go for a moment, step aside. Stop.
Waits has lived these moments on his own skin. He has lived them much more dangerously than most of us. Alcohol, drugs, lost loves. A foreign body in a country that does not allow you to be anything but a winner, a number one. If you don’t try - and win - you’re out of the game. You're a nothing. Scandalized and disgusted by those who, looking down from the height of their successful career, despise you, or worse, don't see you at all. In this sense, New York is a jungle. If you don’t eat, you’ll be eaten. And Waits sits, drinks, and more, waiting for his predator.
This handful of songs are, to be objective, magnificent. "Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis" opens with a delicate piano narrating a cruel love story. Tom's voice is at its peak. Sweet and haunting. A stab to the heart. "Romeo Is Bleeding" and "$29.00", jazz and blues fused into a smoky, drunk amalgam. "Wrong Side Of The Road," from the wrong side of the street: ”then with my double barrel shotgun, and a whole box of shells, we'll celebrate the 4 of july, we'll do 100 mph”. "Whistlin' Past The Graveyard," the classic, with a powerful blues rhythm. An enormous song by Waits.
Perhaps it’s useless to talk about every track on the album. There are no dips in tone here. No fillers. All substance. Juicy pulp. For those hungry for life. Guys, for me, the “warmest” album by Tom Waits.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
04 Romeo Is Bleeding (04:52)
Romeo is bleeding
But not so as you'd notice
He's over on 18th street as usual
Lookin' so hard against the hood of his car
And puttin' out a cigarette in his hand
For all the pachucos at the pumps
At Romeos 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 with his knife
And they all jump when they hear the sirens
But Romeo just laughs
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
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
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
He sings along with the radio
With a bullet in his chest
And he combs back his fenders
And they all agree it's clear
That every thing is cool now that Romeos is here
Romeo is bleeding
He winces now and then
He leans against the car door
Feels the blood in his shoes
Someones crying in the 5 point
In the phone booth by the store
Romeo starts his engines
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 all about their hero
Romeo is bleeding
As he gives the man his ticket
He climbs to the balcony at the movies
He'll die without a wimper
Like every heros dream
Like an angel with a bullet
And Cagney on the screen
Romeo is bleeding
Romeo is bleeding, hey man
Romeo is bleeding, hey man
Romeo is bleeding, hey man
Romeo is bleeding
07 Whistlin' Past the Graveyard (03:17)
I come in on a night train
With an arm full of box cars
On the wings of a magpie
Cross a hooligan night
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
A mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack
You probably seen me sleepin'
Out by the railroad tracks
Go on and ask the Prince Of Darkness
What about all that smoke
Come from the stack
Sometimes I kill myself a jackel
Suck out all the blood
Steal myself a stationwagon
Drivin' through the mud
I want to whistlin' past the graveyard
Steppin' on a crack
I'm mean Mother Hubbard 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
I'm Born in a taxi cab
I'm never comin' home
Whistlin' past the graveyard
Steppin' on a crack
I'm mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack
My eyes have seen the glory
Of the drainin' of 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 it rains
You see a locomotive
Probably thinkin' its a train
Whistlin' past the graveyard
Steppin' on a crack
I'm a mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack
What you think is the sunshine
Is just a twinkle in my eye
That ring around my finger
Called the 4th of July
When I get a little bit lonesome
And a tear falls from my check
There's gonna be an ocean in
The middle of the week
Whistlin' past the graveyard
steppin' on a crack
I'm mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack
I come into town on a night train
Arm full of box cars
On the wings of a magpie
Cross a hooligan night
I'm gona 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
A mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack
10 Blue Valentines (05:50)
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 theres
A warrant out for my arrest
Got me checkin in my rearview mirror
And Im always on the run
Thats why I changed my name
And I didnt think youd 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 can break a roses neck
Its the tatooed 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
Theyre insisting that our love
Must have a eulogy
Why do I save all of this madness
In the nightstand drawer
There to haunt upon my shoulders
Baby I know
Id be luckier to walk around everywhere I go
With a blind and broken heart
That sleeps beneath my lapel
She sends me my 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 take this nightmares go away
And I cut my bleedin heart out every nite
And I die a little more on each st. valentines day
Remember that I promised I would
Write you...
These blue valentines
Blue valentines
Blue valentines
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