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We sail tonight for Singapore
We're all as mad as hatters here
I've fallen for a tawny moor
took off to the Land of Nod
Drank with all the Chinamen
Walked the sewers of Paris
I danced along a colored wind
Dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me
We sail tonight for Singapore
Don't fall asleep while you're ashore
Cross your heart and hope to die
When you hear the children cry
Let marrow bone and cleaver choose
While making feet for children's shoes
Through the alley
Back from Hell
When you hear that steeple bell
You must say goodbye to me.
Wipe him down with gasoline
Till his arms are hard and mean
From now on boys this iron boat's your home
So heave away boys
We sail tonight for Singapore
Take your blankets from the floor
Wash your mouth out by the door
The whole town is made of iron ore
Every witness turns to steam
They all become Italian dreams
Fill your pockets up with earth
Get yourself a dollar's worth
Away boys, away boys, heave away
The captain is a one-armed dwarf
He's throwing dice along the wharf
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King
So take this ring
We sail tonight for Singapore
We're all as mad as hatters here
I've fallen for a tawny moor
took off to the Land of Nod
Drank with all the Chinamen
Walked the sewers of Paris
I danced along a colored wind
Dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me
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Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp
With a horrid little pistol and a lariat
she's goin to the bottom
and she's goin down the drain
Said she wasn't big enough to carry it
She got to get behind the Mule
in the morning and plow
She got to get behind the Mule
in the morning and plow
She got to get behind the Mule
in the morning and plow
She got to get behind the Mule
in the morning and plow
Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods
You gotta meet me by the fall down tree
Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid
and I know they'll come lookin for me boys
and I know they'll come a-lookin for me
Got to get behind the Mule
in the morning and plow
Got to get behind the Mule
in the morning and plow
Got to get behind the Mule
in the morning and plow
Got to get behind the Mule
in the morning and plow
Big Jack Earl was 8'1'
He stood in the road and he cried
He couldn't make her love him
Couldn't make her stay
but tell the good Lord that he tried
(Chorus)
Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville
On the wreck of the Weaverville stage
Beaula fired on Beatty for a lemonade
I was stirring my brandy with a nail boys
Stirring my brandy with a nail
(Chorus)
Well the rampaging sons of the widow James
Jack the cutter and the pock marked kid
Had to stand naked at the bottom
Of the cross
And tell the good lord what they did
Tell the good lord what they did
(Chorus)
Punctuated birds on the power line
In a Studebaker with the Birdie Joe Hoaks
I'm diggin all the way to China
With a silver spoon
While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys
The hangman fumbles with the noose
(Chorus)
Pin your ear to the wisdom post
Pin your eye to the line
Never let the weeds get higher
than the garden
Always keep a sapphire in your mind
Always keep a diamond in your mind
(Chorus)
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There's a crooked street in Houston town
it's a well worn path I've followed down
now there's ruin in my name
I wish I never got off the train
I wished I'd listened to the words you said
don't go down to Fannin Street
don't go down to Fannin Street
don't go down to Fannin Street
oh yeah
you'll be lost and never found
you can never turn around
don't go down to Fannin Street
once I held you in my arms I was sure
till I took that silent step through the gilded door
but the desire to have much more all the glitter and the roar
now I know that this is where the sidewalk ends
don't go down to Fannin Street
don't go down to Fannin Street
don't go down to Fannin Street
you'll be lost and never found
you can never turn around
don't go down to Fannin Street
when I was young I thought only of getting out
I said good-bye to my street
good-bye to my house
give a man gin give a man cards
give an inch he takes a yard
and I rue the day that I stepped off this train
don't go down to Fannin Street
don't go down to Fannin Street
don't go down to Fannin Street
oh yeah
you'll be lost and never found
you can never turn around
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What does it matter, a dream of love
Or a dream of lies
We're all gonna be the same place
When we die
Your spirit don't leave knowing
Your face or your name
And the wind through your bones
Is all that remains
And we're all gonna be
Just dirt on the ground
The quill from a buzzard
The blood writes the word
I want to know am I the sky
Or a bird
'Cause hell is boiling over
And heaven is full
We're chained to the world
And we all gotta pull
And we're all gonna be
...just dirt in the ground
Now the killer was smiling
With nerves made of stone
He climbed the stairs
And the gallows groaned
And the people's hearts were pounding
They were throbbing, they were red
As he swung out over the crowd
I heard the hangman said
We're all gonna be...
Just dirt in the ground
Now Cain slew Abel
He killed him with a stone
The sky cracked open
And the thunder groaned
Along a river of flesh
Can these dry bones live?
Ask a king or a beggar
And the answer they'll give
Is we're all gonna be
Yea yea
We're all gonna be just
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Well pale face said
To the eyeball kid
She just goes clank and boom and steam
A halo, wings, horns and a tail
Shoveling coal inside my dreams
There are no laws
She's made of cream
She's such a scream
Qui bon tres bien, nails in cement
A Donnie gal from mortal clay
The plow is red
The well is full, inside
The dollhouse of her skull
A cheetah coat fills up with steam
She's such a scream
All crooked lines
Her fireplace
A milktrain so clean
Machine gun haste
You'll ride the only wall of shame
And drag that chain across the state
Her lips are red
She is the queen
She's such a scream...
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We put up our tent on a dark
Green knoll, outside of town by
The train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
And her Marvelous Pigs in satin
We pounded our steaks in the ground
All powder brown
And the branches spread like scary
Fingers reaching – we
Were in a pasture in Kankakee
And one eyed Myra, the queen of
The galley who trained the
Ostrich and the camels
She looked at me squinty with her
One good eye in a Roy Orbison
t-shirt as she bottle fed
an Orangutan named
Tripod and then there was
Yodeling Elaine the
Queen of the air who wore a
Dollar sign medallion and she
Had a tiny bubble of spittle
Around her nostril and a
Little rusty tear, for she had
Lassoed and lost another
Tipsy sailor and over in
The burnt yellow tent
By the frozen tractor, the
Music was like electric sugar
And Zuzu Bolin played
"Stavin' Chain" and Mighty
Tiny on the saw and he
Threw his head back with a
Mouth full of gold teeth
And they played lopsided heart
And moon over Dog Street and
By the time they played Moanin Low
I was soakin wet and wild eyed
And Doctor Bliss slipped me a
Preparation and I fell asleep with
Livery Stable Blues in my ear
And me and Molly Hoey drank
Pruno and Koolaid she had a
Tattoo gun made out of a cassette
Motor and a guitar string and
she soaked a hanky in 3 roses
and rubbed it on the spot
and she drew a rickety heart and
a bent arrow and it hurt like hell
and Funeral Wells spun
Poodle Murphy on the target
As he threw his hardware, only
Once in Sheboygan did he miss
At a matinee on Diamond Pier and
She'd never let him forget it
They were doing two shows and she
Had a high fever and he took
Off a piece of her ear and
Tip Little told her she should
Leave the bum but
Poodle said, "he fetched me
Last time I run" and I'd
Like to hammer this ring into
A bullet and I wish I
Had some whiskey and a gun
My dear, I wish I had some
Whiskey and a gun my dear
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Well I'm goin' out west
Where the wind blows tall
'Cause Tony Franciosa
Used to date my ma
They got some money out there
They're giving it away
I'm gonna do what I want
And I'm gonna get paid
Do what I want
And I'm gonna get paid
Little brown sausages
Lying in the sand
I ain't no extra baby
I'm a leading man
Well, my parole officer
Will be proud of me
With my Olds 88
And the devil on a leash
I know karate, Voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no make up
I got real scars
I got hair on my chest
I look good without a shirt
Well I don't lose my composure
In a high speed chase
Well my friends think I'm ugly
I got a masculine face
I got some dragstrip courage
I can really drive a bed
I'm gonna change my name to Hannibal
Or maybe just Rex
I know karate, Voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no make up
I got real scars
I got hair on my chest
I look good without a shirt
I'm gonna drive all night
Take some speed
I'm gonna wait for the sun
To shine down on me
I cut a hole in my roof
The shape of a heart
And I'm goin' out west
Where they'll appreciate me
Goin' out west
Goin' out west
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I've come 500 miles
Just to see your halo
Come from St. Petersburg
Scarlett and me
When I open my eyes
I was blind as can be
And to give a man luck
He must fall in the sea
And she wants you to steal and get caught
For she loves you for all that you are not
When you're falling down
Falling down
When you're falling down
Falling down falling down
You forget all the roses
Don't come around on Sunday
She's not gonna choose you
For standing so tall
Go on take a swig of that poison
And like it
And now don't ask for silverware
Don't ask for nothing
Go on and put your ear to the ground
You know you'll be hearing that sound
Falling down
You're falling down falling down
Falling down falling down
Falling down
When you're falling down
Falling down falling down
Go on down see that wrecking ball
Come swing in on her now
Everyone knew that hotel was a goner
They broke all the windows
And took all the door knobs
And they hauled it away
In a couple of days
Now someone yelled timber
Take off your hat
We all look smaller
Down here on the ground
When you're falling down
Falling down falling down
Falling down falling down
Falling down
Someone's falling down
Falling down falling down
Falling down falling down
Falling down
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You dance real slow
You wreck it down
You walk away, then you
turn around
What did that old blonde
gal say?
That is the part...
You throw away
I want that beggars eyes
a winning horse
a tidy Mexican divorce
St. Mary's prayers
Houdini's Hands
and a Barman who always
understands
Will you loose the flowers
hold on to the vase
Will you wipe all those teardrops
away from your face
I can't help thinking
as I close the door
I have done all of this
many times before
The bone must go
The wish can stay
The kiss don't know
What the lips will say
Forget I've hurt you
Put stones in your bed
and remember to never
mind instead
Well all of your letters
Burned up in the fire
Time is just memory
mixed in with Desire
That's not the road it is
Only the map...I say
gone just like matches
from a closed down cabaret
In a Portuguese Saloon
a fly is circling around
the room
You'll soon forget the
tune that you play
For that is the part
You throw away
oh that is the part
You throw away
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Long way going to
Get my medicine
Sky's the autumn grey of
A lonely wren
Piano from a window played
Gone tomorrow, gone
Yesterday
I found it in the street
At first I did not see
Lying at my feet a
Trampled rose
Passing the hat in church
It never stops going round
You never pay just once
To get the job done
What I done to me, I done
To you,
What happened to
The trampled rose?
In the muddy street, with
The fireworks and leaves
A blind man with a cup I asked
Would he play "Kisses Sweeter
Than Wine"
I know that rose like I
Know my name, the
One I gave my love
It was the same, now
I find it in the street
A trampled rose
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Are you ready, are you ready
Knocky Parker told Bowlegged Sal
They all know how to kick it in Cal
They're playing this dope and this money tune
Dancing baby with a 7 mile broom
Things are bulging out the rafters
Like hell
Dddddown there at the Hush Hotel
They're jumping right out of their
Seats, dancing to the bran' new beat
Do......the Metropolitan Glide
Do......the Metropolitan Glide
The floor is polished and you Momma's gone
You can quake and roll and moan
29 gypsies in a Cadillac stoned
Turn off the ringer on your cellular phone
Whip the air like a Rainbow Trout
Drag your tail pipe till you bottom out
Do......the Metropolitan Glide
Do......the Metropolitan Glide
Do......the Metropolitan Glide
Do......the Metropolitan Glide
The low bottom of the china moon
The black swan and the way too soon
Ace pocket and the dog bone gone
The peacock and the mean black swan
The rain shower and high heeled shoe
Bombay money and I know I can do it
The sink hole and the victory dance
Its in the pocket in the real tight pants
Ddddo the Metropolitan Glide
Ddddo the Metropolitan Glide
Show your teeth bray like a calf
You kill me with your machine gun laugh
You make me trouble with the floor
That's creaking
I've been ready to ka boom for a week
Put on your stockings and your powder and blush
Keep it all on the hush, hush, hush
Do......the Metropolitan Glide
Do......the Metropolitan Glide
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I'll shoot the moon
Right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll be the pennies
On your eyes
For you baby
I want to take you
Out to the fair
Here's a red rose
Ribbon for your hair
I'll shoot the moon
Right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll shoot the moon
For you
A vulture circles
Over your head
For you baby
I'll be the flowers
After you're dead
For you baby
I want to build
A nest in your hair
I want to kiss you
And never be there
I'll shoot the moon
Right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll shoot the moon
For you
You know I love you, baby
So why don't you call me?
You know my number
392-7704
Call any time
I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll shoot the moon for you
I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll be the flowers after you're dead
For you baby
I want to build a nest in your hair
I want to kiss you and never be there
I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll shoot the moon for you
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Lay your head where
My heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me
Come closer don't be shy
Stand beneath a rainy sky
The moon is over the rise
Think of me as a train goes by
Clear the thistles and brambles
Whistle didn't he ramble
Now there's a bubble of me
And its floating in thee
Stand in the shade of me
Things are now made of me
The weather vane will say
It smells like rain today
God took the stars and he
Tossed 'em can't tell
The birds from the blossoms
You'll never be free of me
He'll make a tree from me
Don't say good bye to me
Describe the sky to me
And if the sky falls mark
My words – we'll catch mocking birds
Lay your head where
My heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me
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She took all my money
And my best friend
You know the story
Here it comes again
I have no pride
I have no shame
You gotta make it rain
Since you gone
Deep inside it hurts
I'm just another sad
Guest on this dark earth
I want to believe in the
Mercy of the world again
Make it rain, make it rain
The nite's too quiet
Stretched out alone
I need the whip of thunder
And the winds dark moan
I'm not Able, I'm just Cain
Open up the heavens
Make it rain
I'm close to heaven
Crushed at the gate
They sharpen their knives
On my mistakes
What she done you can't
Give it a name
Just make it rain
With out her love
With out your kiss
Hell can't burn me
More than this
I'm burning up all this pain
Open up the heavens
Make it rain
I'm born to trouble
I'm born to fate
Inside a
Promise I can't escape
It's the same old world
But nothing looks the same
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
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Once upon a time there was a poor child
with no father and no mother
and everything was dead
and no one was left in the whole world
everything was dead
and the child went on search day and night
and since nobody was left on the earth
he wanted to go up into the heavens
and the moon was looking at him so friendly
and when he finally got to the moon
the moon was a piece of rotten wood
and then he went to the sun
and when he got there
the sun was a wilted sunflower
and when he got to the stars
they were little golden flies
stuck up there like the shrike
sticks 'em on a blackthorn
And when he wanted to go back down to earth
the earth was an overturned piss pot
And he was all alone
he sat down and he cried
and he is there till this day
all alone
okay there's your story
night night
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The prettiest girl
in all the world
is in a little Spanish town
but I left her for a Bonnie lass
and I told her
I'd see her around
But that Bonnie lass
and her heart of glass
would not hold a candle
to bumming around
so don't cry for me
for I'm going away
and I'll be back some lucky day
Tell the boys back home
I'm doing just fine
I left all my troubles and woe
so sing about me
for I can't come home
I've many more miles to go
Why there's Miss Kelsey
you taught dance at our school
and old Johnny O'Toole
I'll still beat you at pool
so don't cry for me
for I'm going away
and I'll be back some lucky day
Now when I was a boy
My daddy sat me on his knee
And he told me
He told me many things
And he said son
There's alot of things in this world
You're gonna have no use for
And when you get blue
And you've lost all your dreams
There's nothin like a campfire
And a can of beans
Why there's Miss Kelsey
She taught dance at our school
And old Johnny O 'Toole
I'll still beat you at pool
So don't cry for me
For I'm goin' away
And I'll be back some lucky day
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Glitter And Doom Live captures 17 performances hand-picked by Waits from his sold-out 2008 international tour. The collection features a haunting “Trampled Rose” from Real Gone and a hypnotic “Get Behind the Mule” from Mule Variations. Waits also digs into the vaults for tracks like a reimagined “Singapore” from 1985’s Rain Dogs.
released November 23, 2009