Tom Waits - Time: cover sung by Heidi Talbot [HQ]

.. see it's national POETS day on the third so here's Poem 20..
(eat your heart out Dylan)

Tom Waits... Time........

Well the smart money's on Harlow
And the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you're east of East St. Louis
And the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
 And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
His invisible fiancee's in the mirror
And the band is going home
It's raining hammers it's raining nails
And it's true there's nothing left for him down here
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.

And they all pretend they're orphans
And their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can't remember
Tell the things you can't forget
That history puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she'd stick around
Until the bandages came off
But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit
And Mathilda  asks the sailors
Are those dreams or are those prayers
So close your eyes son and this won't hurt a bit
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.

Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off their cars
And splash into the street
And when they're on a roll  she pulls a razor
 From her boots and a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window
And a kiss upon his lips
Till 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...

Tom Waits - Martha (album version)

I'm sure many of us have a "Martha" and have never made the call,
but then you can't dial-up the past, it isn't there anymore, but...
'I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you..'

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[Looking For] The Heart Of Saturday Night

... that Tom Waits, he knows whats what so he does....



   Lyrics,,  no more Saturdays...