Tom Waits – Time

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One of those tunes that grips you, even if you don’t quite get where you’re being gripped. Tom has a longstanding tradition of deeply-intentioned if deeply-oblique lyrics. Everything gets to mean something and nothing at the same time in his world: a pretty neat trick for a poet pretending to be a singer.

Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
the boys just dive right off the cars
and splash into the street
And when she’s on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
and a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window
and a kiss upon his lips
til’ the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off till I come back again,

and it’s time, time, time
and it’s time, time, time
and it’s time, time, time that you love
and it’s time, time, time.

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