Same, this song is incredible. Definitely my favourite, contested only by his live performance of Invitation to the Blues/Eggs and Sausage at the Montreal Jazz Festival
Magnífica, como casi todas, Al nivel de "hold on" o tantas otras. Y como todas, por debajo de "Kentucky avenue", la canción que más me impresiona de todas las que he escuchado.
This song, this live version, has so much tension you can tell it just wants to bust luce, but it stays together . Tom you've saved me more times than I care to admit, I owe ya
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.
Frank's Wild Years made me fall in love with the music of Tom Waits. Also made me go out and buy an accordion, I almost got scoliosis trying to play that damn thing.
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.
That last cold cold GROUND before the accordion solo gives me chills every time. It's just so raw, real, and timeless. It's like a painting in one word. I think the thing that elevates Tom Waits above the rest is his inflection. 2:30
This is true. On "Downtown Train", the way he sings "oh baby" just wrecks me. Man has all the lyrical talent in the world, but says the most common 2 word phrase in all of music and my ass is over here crying at how profound it is - because of how he says it. Pretty incredible.
First heard this song while at a restaurant in Percé on the Gaspé Peninsula, Quebec with the most wonderful panoramic view of the rocky coast of the Atlantic Ocean. One of those timeless and beautiful moments that just fills your senses to overflowing. For some reason, I thought it was Muddy Waters singing, even though I had heard Tom Waits before.
Hung out with him in 1997, off and on, for a year, my first home in Sonoma had been his first home...we had a mutual friend, met for coffee, a few times, coffee thatnever ended...
How does he do it? In just a few minutes he paints the entire picture of this little guy who lives in a little house, his life, his dreams. Such a genius. Let’s all get together and make a pile of truck tires and burn them to the ground. And blow the roof off the goat barn and watch it roll down the hill. Oh and don’t forget to pass the bottle around. Who needs to go to town when you have Tom Waits?
I got hooked to this song 30 years ago when i found a BigTime LP on sale at the local discount store. Thought Time was my favorite song initially, but soon after CCG got me hooked. Can‘t live without since then, and this song showed me what a most beautiful instrument the accordion is.
Don’t start your day with Waits. Don’t even end your day with him. Just go to a place in your head where his words and music enter you. It’s life changing like Cohen changed our lives but you have got to be a child of the 60s to fully understand that. That great decade that was lived in a brief moment of time.
the jagged beauty, from the loosely tuned strings of the guitar, to the melancholy accordian, to waits' jangled desperate vocals, strikes an indescribable chord that surely must be universal
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.
Ya theres something right about old tom and I hope they never find a word that's institutional or sweet like that I saw him too any times twisted and shouting he had something looking yauhu yeshua ya had new baby that was called rnrool hada new that had a new soul aha yaya huh a new car a car it was bad rusty film was a classic that had never been fkd. With no no not at all it was alive had 59 rear lights n wheels had jailhouse writing on the steering wheel Haha uhhhuh yaa give it to me before the phone isn't going 3cc home ya mmhmmn ya I'm not trying to voice it nice it was a 59 caddy had the smell of rust n out but it was the old one they talked about yaauhu munna in a world where you live and cry your old continental is a real prize dealer has name all ready to be relaxed in brand old caddy like paul mitchel and his 9 o'clock dģğstomp it down damn stomp it on a piece of the old play ground and realize heres nothing to ever be found look around the old play ground got no life got a soul wrapped around a telephone pole yaa oh yaa mmhuh.
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.
