Eight Tom Waits
It's memories that I'm stelaing, but you're innocent when you dream, when you dream. You're innocent when you dream.
With a promise and a vow, and a lullaby for my brow, Jesus gonna be here. Be here soon. I got to keep my eyes open so I can see my Lord. I'm gonna watch the horizon for a brand new Ford. I can hear him rolling on down the lane. I said Hollywood be thy name. I'm gonna leave this place better than the way I found it was. And Jesus gonna be here. Gonna be here soon.
They're dancing on the roof and the ceiling's coming down. I sleep with my shovel and my leather gloves. A little trouble makes it worth the going. And a little rain never hurt no one. The world is round, and so I'll go around. You must risk something that matters. My hands are strong, I'll take any man here. If it's worth the going it's worth the ride. And a little rain never hurt no one.
Seems like folks turn into things that they'd never want. The only thing to live for is today... I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set. I don't wanna grow up. Open up the medicine chest. And I don't wanna grow up. When I see the 5 o'clock news I don't wanna grow up. Comb their hair and shine their shoes. I don't wanna grow up. Stay around in my old hometown, I don't wanna put no money down, I don't wanna get me a big old loan, work them fingers to the bone. I don't wanna float a broom, fall in love and get married then boom, how the hell did I get here so soon. I don't wanna grow up.
It always comes and finds you. It will always hear you cry. I cross my wooden leg and I swear on my glass eye. It will never leave you high and dry, never leave you loose. Its harder to get rid of than tattoos. But theres one thing you cant do, is lose that feel.
It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight. It's more than thunder, it's more than thunder. And it's more than goodbye I have to say to you. It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now.
Put my clarinet beneath your bed 'till I get back in town. I'll tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past. So send me off to bed forever more.
And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train: You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away. And the things you can't remember to the things you can't forget. That history puts a saint in every dream. The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street, and when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot and a thousand pigeons fall around her feet.
I'm all alone. I smoke my friends down to the filter. But I feel much cleaner after it rains. Did the Devil make the world while God was sleeping?
My head is spinning round, my heart is in my shoes. Well I see that the world is upside-down. Seems that my pockets were filled up with gold. And now the clouds, well they've covered over and the wind is blowing cold. Well I don't need anybody, because I learned, I learned to be alone. Well I said anywhere, anywhere, anywhere I lay my head, boys. Well I gonna call my home.
So hush little baby, daddy must go. I’ll cover you up with a blanket of snow. By the time I make Jersey you’ll be in heaven, in a pretty blue shoe box, I know. So sing a song of ten grand with a pocket full of dough. And I can’t take you to Baltimore. Wake God up in heaven, have him look down below. There’s a little lost angel blooming in the snow.
If I fall asleep in your arms, please wake me up in my dreams.
- BuddhaDave
With a promise and a vow, and a lullaby for my brow, Jesus gonna be here. Be here soon. I got to keep my eyes open so I can see my Lord. I'm gonna watch the horizon for a brand new Ford. I can hear him rolling on down the lane. I said Hollywood be thy name. I'm gonna leave this place better than the way I found it was. And Jesus gonna be here. Gonna be here soon.
They're dancing on the roof and the ceiling's coming down. I sleep with my shovel and my leather gloves. A little trouble makes it worth the going. And a little rain never hurt no one. The world is round, and so I'll go around. You must risk something that matters. My hands are strong, I'll take any man here. If it's worth the going it's worth the ride. And a little rain never hurt no one.
Seems like folks turn into things that they'd never want. The only thing to live for is today... I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set. I don't wanna grow up. Open up the medicine chest. And I don't wanna grow up. When I see the 5 o'clock news I don't wanna grow up. Comb their hair and shine their shoes. I don't wanna grow up. Stay around in my old hometown, I don't wanna put no money down, I don't wanna get me a big old loan, work them fingers to the bone. I don't wanna float a broom, fall in love and get married then boom, how the hell did I get here so soon. I don't wanna grow up.
It always comes and finds you. It will always hear you cry. I cross my wooden leg and I swear on my glass eye. It will never leave you high and dry, never leave you loose. Its harder to get rid of than tattoos. But theres one thing you cant do, is lose that feel.
It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight. It's more than thunder, it's more than thunder. And it's more than goodbye I have to say to you. It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now.
Put my clarinet beneath your bed 'till I get back in town. I'll tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past. So send me off to bed forever more.
And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train: You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away. And the things you can't remember to the things you can't forget. That history puts a saint in every dream. The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street, and when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot and a thousand pigeons fall around her feet.
I'm all alone. I smoke my friends down to the filter. But I feel much cleaner after it rains. Did the Devil make the world while God was sleeping?
My head is spinning round, my heart is in my shoes. Well I see that the world is upside-down. Seems that my pockets were filled up with gold. And now the clouds, well they've covered over and the wind is blowing cold. Well I don't need anybody, because I learned, I learned to be alone. Well I said anywhere, anywhere, anywhere I lay my head, boys. Well I gonna call my home.
So hush little baby, daddy must go. I’ll cover you up with a blanket of snow. By the time I make Jersey you’ll be in heaven, in a pretty blue shoe box, I know. So sing a song of ten grand with a pocket full of dough. And I can’t take you to Baltimore. Wake God up in heaven, have him look down below. There’s a little lost angel blooming in the snow.
If I fall asleep in your arms, please wake me up in my dreams.
- BuddhaDave
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