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Tom Waits que dire , c'est en quelques sortes le Jacques Brel Américain , le raconteur d'histoires , drôle parfois , sombre , touchante où le sarcasme et l'ironie s'entremêlent , vraiment beaucoup d'émotions , il est très prolifique et a mon avis grand acteur aussi
exemples d'histoires à la Tom Waits car je pense qu'il mérite d'être lu avant d'être écouté
"Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis" Album "Blue Valentine " 1978
Hey Charlie I'm pregnant
and living on the 9th Street
right above a dirty bookstore
off Euclid Avenue
And I stopped takin dope
And I quit drinkin whiskey
And my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track
And he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
And he says that he'll raise him up
like he would his own son
And he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
And he takes me out dancin
every Saturday night.
And hey Charlie I think about you
everytime I pass a fillin station
on account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
And I still have that record
of Little Anthony & The Imperials
but someone stole my record player
Now how do you like that?
Hey Charlie I almost went crazy
after Mario got busted
So I went back to Omaha to
live with my folks
but everyone I used to know
was either dead or in prison
So I came back to Minneapolis
This time I think I'm gonna stay.
Hey Charlie I think I'm happy
for the first time since my accident
And I wish I had all the money
that we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot
and I wouldn't sell any of em
I'd just drive a different car
every day, dependin on how
I feel
Hey Charlie for Christsakes
do you want to know the
truth of it?
I don't have a husband
He don't play the trombone
And I need to borrow money
to pay this lawyer
And Charlie, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
come Valentine's Day
"Invitation To The Blues" Small Changes 1976
Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,
Well, it's just an invitation to the blues
And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue
She said How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?,
You say Anyway's the only way, be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues
But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,
It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey
But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze
And an open invitation to the blues
But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,
And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't 'cept at night,
And then he's drunk and never even told her that her cared
So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
And left her with an invitation to the blues
Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while
Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring,
And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,
And I'll accept your invitation to the blues
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La musique est peut-être l’exemple unique de ce qu’aurait pu être – s’il n’y avait pas eu l’invention du langage, la formation des mots, l’analyse des idées – la communication des âmes.
Dernière édition par music_manic le Mar Avr 05, 2011 6:00 pm, édité 1 fois.
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