Weekend Song – Tom Waits

Tom Waits has been a late discovery for me, but that’s OK. I wouldn’t have liked him when I was younger anyway. He’s like olives.

I never liked the cliche of the gin-soaked bleeding hearted poet in a small hat, but I think to be fair he probably started that himself.

Musically though, it’s been a slow and late discovery that’s making up for the delay with songs like this.

This ties in with yesterday’s post. If I’ve done my work right you won’t see the join and we’ll dovetail right on into Sunday.

Well the smart money’s on Harlow and the moon is in the street
and the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
and you’re east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches
and the rain sounds like a round of applause.

Listen: Time