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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
9th & Hennepin
Well it's 9th and Hennepin
And all the donuts have
Names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks are
On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this
And the broken umbrellas like
Dead birds and the steam
Comes out of the grill like
The whole goddamned town is ready to blow.
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
And everyone is behaving like dogs.
And the horses are coming down Violin Road
And Dutch is dead on his feet
And the rooms all smell like diesel
And you take on the
Dreams of the ones who have slept here.
And I'm lost in the window
I hide on the stairway
I hang in the curtain
I sleep in your hat
And no one brings anything
Small into a bar around here.
They all started out with bad directions
And the girls behind the counter has a tattooed tear,
One for every year he's away she said, such
A crumbling beauty, but there's
Nothing wrong with her that
$100 won't fix, she has that razor sadness
That only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the
Southern Pacific going by
As the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
Till you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out
Over the side to anyone who'll listen
And I've seen it
All through the yellow windows
Of the evening train.
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