Noirsville Tune Of The Week

More "Aural Noir" from Tom Waits... 

"Spare Parts I (A Nocturnal Emission)"

Well the dawn cracked hard just like a bull whip

Cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before

As it shook out the street, the stew bums showed up

Just like bounced checks, rubbin' their necks

And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol

And the parking lots growled

And my old sports coat full of promissory notes

And a receipt from a late night motel

And the hawk had his whole family out

There in the wind, and he's got a message

For you to beware cause he be kickin' your

Ass in, in a cold blooded fashion

Dishin' out more than a good man can bear

I got shoes untied, shirt tail's out, ain't got a

Ghost of a chance with this old romance

Just an apartment for rent down the block

Ivar Theater with live burlesque

And the manager's scowlin', feet on his desk

Boom boom against the curtain

You're still hurtin'

And then push came to shove, shove came to Biff

Girls like that just lay you out stiff

Maybe I'll go to Cleveland or

Get me a tattoo or somethin', my brother

In law lives there

And it's a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue

Was that a Malibu

Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift

Coming on to the broads with the

Same ol' riff. Hey baby come up to

My place, we'll listen to some

Smooth music on the stereo, no thank you she sez

Got any Stan Getz records

No I got Smothers Brothers

So I combed back my Detroit

Jack up my pegs, wiped my Stacy Adams

Jackknifed my legs, yea I got designs

On a moving violation

Hey baby, you put me on hold and I'm

Out in the wind and it's getting

Mighty cold

Colder than a gut shot bitch wolf dog

With nine sucking pups pullin' a # four trap

Up a hill in the dead of winter

In the middle of a snowstorm

With a mouth full of porcupine quills

(scat) 

yea well I don't need you baby

It's a well known fact

I'm four sheets to the wind

I'm glad you're gone

I'm glad you're gone

I'm finally alone

Glad you're gone, but I

Wish you'd come home

And I struggled out of bed

Cause the dawn was crackin' hard like a bullwhip

Cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before

As it shook out the streets the stew bums

Showed up just like bounced checks

Rubbin' their necks, and the sky turned the

Color of Pepto-Bismol

And my old sports coat full of promissory notes

And the hawk had his whole family out there

In the wind, he got a message for you to beware

Kickin' your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion

He be dishin' out more than a good man can bear

Well hey baby let's take it to Bakersfield

Get a little apartment somewhere