I come up from the cold dead garden like Lazarus on the fire and fuss, I look around and I see through blindness, eyes deceive, so visions mind us. I go to town for my thirst, 3 rounds, was a man over there, want to put me, down, and I look with nothing save shadow and sun, I squeeze a trigger and another soul gone... gone to the dead garden. Uh-just messin' round.
I swear sometimes I feel like Tom Waits' music was specifically crafted for an oddball like me. He's an eccentric genius and I'm forever grateful for his what he's given us.
I saw him do this at the Wiltern Theatre in Los Angeles. The whole show was exquisite, but this one touched me deeply. He makes me laugh and cry at once.
The man is an infinite thread woven into the tapestry of humanity. Small and insignificant by itself except for the influence he projects to a generation of songwriters and poets. Most of us are just lint on the floor. In this world, Tom gives us all a voice.
