Noirsville Tune Of The Week

More "Aural Noir" from Tom Waits - enjoy! 

 Drunk On The Moon

Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift

Neath the cement stroll

Catch the midnight drift

Cigar chewing Charlie

In the newspaperness

Grifting hot-horse tips

On who's running the best

And I'm blinded by the neon

Don't try and change my tune

Cause I thought I heard a saxophone

I'm drunk on the moon

And the moon's a silver slipper

It's pouring champagne stars

Broadway's like a serpent

Pulling shiny top-down cars

Latimer is teeming

With that undulating beat

And some Bonneville is screaming

It's way wilder down the street

And I'm blinded by the neon

Don't try and change my tune

Cause I thought I heard a saxophone

I'm drunk on the moon

Hearts flutter and race

The moon's on the wane

Tarts mutter their dream hopes

The night will ordain

Come schemers and dancers

Cherry delight

As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound

And it cuts through the night

And I've hawked all my yesterdays

Don't try and change my tune

'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone

I'm drunk on the moon