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bluebluesbluebluesbluebluesblueblues waits tom waits tom tom waits for blue blues waits blue waits for tom blues waitswaitswaitswaits __________________________________________ __________________________________________ ...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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bué
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oboé.
adoré
:)))))
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Boa noite
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and dancing is the sweetest way to fly across one’s life…
que boa música para dançar...
Mais uma paixão em comum, Bandida (faz-me falta o nome...). Depois das palavras, depois de Paris, Tom Waits.
Senti.
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.
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.
O que seria se não pudessemos ouvir "blues"... quase impensável!
Gostei muito.
Aramis
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. ;)*
"Orphans"...album triplo.
Don't wait for Waits.
Tom Waits para sentir!*
Tão especial. Esta é da melhor fase dele.
B.eijo!
wait (ing)
driving to despair...
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
...um gigante da música.
uma paixão.minha.
Eu prefiro
os Pogues...
:-0)
Se renascer cantor quero ser o Tom Waits:-D
Até sempre
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