Subject: Tom Waits - Heartattack And Vine Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 20:53:48 +0100 From: "Gunnar Hedlund" Ton: "Hans Settler" Thanks Gunnar! @ARTIST: Waits, Tom @ALBUM: Heartattack And Vine @SONG: Heartattack And Vine liar, liar with your pants on fire white spades hangin' on the telephone wire gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line you'll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine doctor, lawyer, beggar man and thief Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief if you want a taste of madness, you'll have to wait in line you'll probably see someone you know on heartattack and vine Boney's high on china white, Shorty found a punk don't you know there ain't no devil there's just God when he's drunk well this stuff will probably kill you, let's do another line what you say you meet me down on heartattack and vine see that little jersey girl in the see-through top with the peddle pushers sucking on a soda pop well I bet she's still a virgin but it's only twenty-five 'til nine you can see a million of 'em on heartattack and vine better off in Iowa against your scrambled eggs than crawling down Cahuenga on a broken pair of legs you'll find your ignorance is blissful every goddamn time your're waitin' for the RTD on heartattack and vine Boney's high on china white, Shorty found a punk don't you know there ain't no devil there's just God when he's drunk well this stuff will probably kill you, let's do another line what you say you meet me down on heartattack and vine liar, liar with your pants on fire white spades hangin' on the telephone wire gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line you'll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine doctor, lawyer, beggar man and thief Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief if you want a taste of madness, you'll have to wait in line you'll probably see someone you know on heartattack and vine see that little jersey girl in the see-through top with the peddle pushers sucking on a soda pop well I bet she's still a virgin but it's only twenty-five 'til nine you can see a million of 'em on heartattack and vine Boney's high on china white, Shorty found a punk don't you know there ain't no devil there's just God when he's drunk well this stuff will probably kill you, let's do another line what you say you meet me down on heartattack and vine @SONG: Saving All My Love For You it's too early for the circus it's too late for the bars everyone's sleepin' but the paperboys and no one in this town is makin' any noise but the dogs and the milkmen and me the girls around here all look like Cadillacs no one likes a stranger here I'd come home but I'm afraid that you won't take me back but I'd trade off everything just to have you near I know I'm irresponsible and I don't behave and I ruin everything that I do and I'll probably get arrested when I'm in my grave but I'll be savin' all my love for you I paid fifteen dollars for a prostitute with too much makeup and a broken shoe but her eyes were just a counterfeit she tried to gyp me out of it but you know that I'm still in love you don't listen to the rumors that you hear about me 'cause I ain't as bad as they make me out to be well I may lose my mind but baby can't you see that I'll be savin' all my love for you @SONG: Downtown Red Pants and the Sugarman in the temple street gloom drinkin' Chivas Regal in a four dollar room just another dead soldier in a powder blue night Sugarman says, baby everything's alright goin' downtown, down, down, down goin' down, downtown Montclaire De Havelin doin' the St. Vitus dance lookin' for someone to chop the lumber in his pants how am I gonna unload all of this ice and all this mink all the traffic in the street but it's so hard to think goin' downtown, down, down, down goin' down, downtown Frankie's wearin' lipstick, Pierre Cardin I swear to God I seen him holdin' hands with Jimmy Bond Sally's high on crank and hungry for some sweets she's fem in the sheets but she's butch in the streets goin' downtown, down, down, down goin' down, downtown it's the cool of the evening, the sun's goin' down I want to hold you in my arms, I want to push you around I want to break your bottle and spill out all your charms come on baby we'll set off all the burglar alarms goin' downtown, down, down, down goin' down, downtown Red Pants and the Sugarman in the temple street gloom I'm drinkin' Chivas Regal in a four dollar room just another dead soldier in a powder blue night Red Pants turns to Sugarman says everything's alright goin' downtown, down, down, down goin' down, downtown @SONG: Jersey Girl got no time for the corner boys down in the street makin' all that noise don't want no whores on eighth avenue 'cause tonight I'm gonna be with you 'cause tonight I'm gonna take that ride across the river to the Jersey side take my baby to the carnival and I'll take you on all the rides down the shore everything's alright you're with your baby on a Saturday night don't you know that all my dreams come true when I'm walkin' down the street with you sing sha la la la la la sha la la la la la ... I'm in love with a Jersey girl you know she thrills me with all her charms when I'm wrapped up in my baby's arms my little angel gives me everything I know someday that she'll wear my ring so don't bother me 'cause I got no time I'm on my way to see that girl of mine nothin' else matters in this whole wide world when you're in love with a Jersey girl sing sha la la la la la la sha la la la la la ... I'm in love with a Jersey girl and I call your name, I can't sleep at night sing sha la la la la la la sha la la la la la ... I'm in love with a Jersey girl @SONG: 'Til The Money Runs Out check this strange beverage that falls out from the sky splashin' Bagdad on the Hudson in panther Martin's eyes he's high and outside wearin' candy apple red Scarlet gave him twenty seven stitches in his head with a pint of green Chartreuse, ain't nothin' seems right you buy the sunday paper on a Saturday night can't you hear the thunder, someone stole my watch I sold a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch some one tell those chinamen on telegraph canyon road when you're on the bill with the spoon there ain't no time to unload so bye bye baby, baby bye bye droopy stranger, lonely dreamer, toy puppy and the prado we're laughin' as they piled into Olmos' El Dorado Jesus whispered, eni meany meany miney moe they're too proud to duck their heads that's why they bring it down so low so bye bye baby, baby bye bye the pointed man is smack dab in the middle of July swingin' from the rafters in his brand new tie he said I can't go back to that hotel room all they do is shout but I'll stay with you baby 'til the money runs out so bye bye baby, baby bye bye check this strange beverage that falls out from the sky splashin' Bagdad on the Hudson in panther Martin's eyes he's high and outside wearin' candy apple red Scarlet gave him twenty seven stitches in his head with a pint of green Chartreuse, ain't nothin' seems right you buy the sunday paper on a Saturday night @SONG: On The Nickel sticks and stones will break my bones but I always will be true and when your mama is dead and gone I'll sing this lullabye just for you and what becomes of all the little boys who never comb their hair well they're lined up all around the block on the nickel over there so you better bring a bucket there is a hole in the pail and if you don't get my letter then you'll know that I'm in jail and what becomes of all the little boys who never say their prayers well they're sleepin' like a baby on the nickel over there and if you chew tobacco and wish upon a star well you'll find out where the scarecrows sit just like punchlines between the cars and I know a place where a royal flush can never beat a pair and even Thomas Jefferson is on the nickel over there so ring around the rosie, you're sleepin' in the rain and you're always late for supper and man you let me down, let me down again I thought I heard a mockingbird, Roosevelt knows where you can skip the light with grady tuck on the nickel over there so what becomes of all the little boys who run away from home well the world just keeps gettin' bigger once you get out on your own so here's to all the little boys the sandman takes you where you'll be sleepin' with a pillowman on the nickel over there so let's climb up through that button hole and we'll fall right up the stairs and I'll show you where the short dogs grow on the nickel over there @SONG: Mr. Siegal I spent all my money in a mexican whorehouse across the street from a catholic church and then I wiped off my revolver and I buttoned up my burgundy shirt I shot the morning in the back with my red wings on I told the sun he'd better go back down and if I can find a book of matches I'm goin' to burn this hotel down you got to tell me brave captain why are the wicked so strong how do the angels get to sleep when the devil leaves his porchlight on well I dropped thirty grand on the nugget slots I had to sell my ass on Fremont Street and the drummer said there's sanctuary over at the bagdad room and now it's one for the money, two for the show three to get ready and go man go I said tell me Mr. Siegel, how do I get out of here well Willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets he said, man you ought to see her when her parents are gone man you ought to hear her when the siren's on I said tell me brave captain why are the wicked so strong how do the angels get to sleep when the devil leaves the porchlight on don't you know that ain't no broken bottle that I picked up in my headlights on the other side of the Nevada line where they live hard die young and have a good lookin' corpse every time well you know the pit-boss said I should keep movin' this is where you go when you die and so I shot a black beauty and I kissed her right between the eyes well Willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets he said when the bitch is wound up and her parents are gone man you ought to hear her when the siren's on I said tell me brave captain why are the wicked so strong how do the angels get to sleep when the devil leaves his porchlight on I spent all my money in a mexican whorehouse across the street from a catholic church and then I wiped off my revolver and buttoned up my burgundy shirt I shot the morning in the back with my red wings on I told the sun he'd better go back down and if I can find a book of matches I'm goin' to burn this hotel down and now it's one for the money, two for the show three to get ready and go man go I said tell me Mr. Siegel, how do I get out of here @SONG: Ruby's Arms I will leave behind all of my clothes I wore when I was with you all I need's my railroad boots and my leather jacket as I say goodbye to Ruby's arms although my heart is breaking I will steal away out through your blinds for soon you will be waking the morning light has washed your face and everything is turning blue now hold on to your pillow case there's nothing I can do now as I say goodbye to Ruby's arms you'll find another soldier and I swear to god by Christmas there'll be someone else to hold you the only thing I'm taking is the scarf off of your clothesline I'll hurry past your chest of drawers and your broken window chimes as I say goodbye, I'll say goodbye say goodbye to Ruby's arms I'll feel my way down the darken hall and out into the morning the hobos at the freightyards have kept their fires burning so Jesus Christ this goddamn rain will someone put me on a train I'll never kiss your lips again or break your heart as I say goodbye, I'll say goodbye say goodbye to Ruby's arms