domingo, janeiro 28, 2007




bluebluesbluebluesbluebluesblueblues
waits tom waits tom
tom waits for blue blues

waits blue waits for tom blues

waitswaitswaitswaits

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...the piano has been drinking, not me...

tom waits waits waits



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Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
I've got what I paid for now
see ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow
a couple of bucks from you, to go
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing
Mathilda with me

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
and I'm tired of all these soldiers here
no one speaks English, and everything's broken
and my Stacys are soaking wet
to go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

now the dogs are barking
and the taxi cab's parking
a lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me
you tore my shirt open
and I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger in
your silhouette window light go to go
waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing
Mathilda with me

now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her and the one-armed bandit knows,
and the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs
and the girls down by the strip-tease shows go
waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

no, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now
manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
they want a piece of the action anyhow go
waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

and you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor
and the old men in wheelchairs know
that Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
and she follows wherever you may go
waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing
Mathilda with me

and it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
and a wound that will never heal
no prima donna, the perfume is on
an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
and goodnight to the street sweepers
the night watchman flame keepers
and goodnight to Mathilda too


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16 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

bué



bué




bué


oboé.




adoré


:)))))


____________B de piano___________

liberdade disse...

Boa noite

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astical disse...

and dancing is the sweetest way to fly across one’s life…

que boa música para dançar...

Pedro Branco disse...

Mais uma paixão em comum, Bandida (faz-me falta o nome...). Depois das palavras, depois de Paris, Tom Waits.

Senti.

Mendes Ferreira disse...

mentira...

sabes de y.tube de tom Waits de violino e tantas e tantas outras coisas....


beijo. com xarope de cenoura que afinal não tem resultado...:)))))


beijo.

de boa noite.



________________obrigada.

intruso disse...

invitation to the blues............

o tom do Tom
Waits
blues tb são a espera
(e a saudade)

magnífico...

(um dos meus autores/músicos/cantores...)


beijo de boa noite...
:)
goodnight Bandida.

aramis disse...

O que seria se não pudessemos ouvir "blues"... quase impensável!
Gostei muito.

Aramis

alice disse...

quero dar-lhe um grande beijinho. pelas suas palavras (y). obrigada. já tive o "alice" dele a tocar no meu canto, é inigualável. wait for tom. always and forever. ;)*

merdinhas disse...

"Orphans"...album triplo.

Don't wait for Waits.

Plum disse...

Tom Waits para sentir!*

Abssinto disse...

Tão especial. Esta é da melhor fase dele.

B.eijo!

pn disse...

wait (ing)
driving to despair...

as velas ardem ate ao fim disse...

É sempre bom ouvir boa musica

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
and I'm tired of all these soldiers here...

bjos

A. disse...

...um gigante da música.





uma paixão.minha.

Rach disse...

Eu prefiro

os Pogues...

:-0)

aldina disse...

Se renascer cantor quero ser o Tom Waits:-D

Até sempre