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Album: Miscellaneous (1985)
Artists: Tom Waits

  1. $29.00
  2. 9th & Hennepin
  3. A Little Rain
  4. A Sweet Little Bullet From A Pretty Blue
  5. All Stripped Down
  6. Big Black Mariah
  7. Big In Japan
  8. Black Market Baby
  9. Black Wings
  10. Blow Wind Blow
  11. Blue Valentines
  12. Cemetery Polka
  13. Chocolate Jesus
  14. Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis
  15. Clap Hands
  16. Cold Cold Ground
  17. Cold Water
  18. Come On Up To The House
  19. Crossroads
  20. Diamonds & Gold
  21. Dirt In The Ground
  22. Downtown Trains
  23. Earth Died Screaming
  24. Georgia Lee
  25. Get Behind The Mule
  26. Hang On St. Christopher
  27. Jesus Gonna Be Here
  28. Jockey Full Of Bourbon
  29. Kentucky Avenue
  30. My Mother The War *
  31. Rain Dogs
  32. T'ain't No Sin
  33. Take It With Me
  34. Tango Till They're Sore
  35. Union Square
  36. Walking Spanish
  37. Yesterday Is Here


Tom Waits
Miscellaneous
Crossroads
Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with, but there was bad blood
In him; someway he got into the magic bullets and that leads straight to
Devil's work, just like marijuana leads to heroin; you think yo ucan take
Them bullets or leave 'em, do you?
Just save a few for your bad days


Well, now, we all have those bad days when you can't shoot for shit.


The more of them magics you use, the more bad days you have without them
So it comes down finally to all your days being bad without the bullets
It's magics or nothing
Time to stop chippying around and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, heavy as lead


And that's where old George found himself
Out there at the crossroads
Molding the Devil's bullets
Now a man figures it's his bullets, so it will
Hit what he wants to hit
But it don't always work that way


You see, some bullets is special for a single aim
A certain stag, or a certain person
And no matter where you are, that's where the bullet will end up
And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's wand
And point where the bullet wants to go


(George Schmid was moving in a series of convulsive spasms, like someone
with an epileptic fit, with his face distorted and his eyes wild like a
lassoed horse bracing his legs. But something kept pulling him on. And now
he is picking up the skulls and making the circle.)


I guess old George didn't rightly know what he's getting himself into
The fit was on him and it carried him right to the crossroads
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