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Tom Waits
NIGHTHAWKS AT THE DINER
EMIL CIORAN
In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
TOM WAITS
Opening to "Nighthawks at the Diner"
Well, an inebriated good evening to you all. Welcome to Rafael's Silver Cloud Lounge.
Slip me a little crimson, Jimson. Give me the low down, bro. What's the scoop, Betty Boob? I'm on my way into town.
Christ, I'd rather … I'm so goddamn horny, the crack of dawn better be careful around me.
Oh well, I wanna pull on your coat about something here tonight. Yeah. Little news I like to throw in your direction. See I, I used to know a girl, yeah, and it was a hubba-hubba ding dang ding. I said, "Baby you've got everything." A week later it was a hubba-hubba and ding dang dong. "Baby, this sure didn't last too long."
I know it. Things are tough all over, ain't getting any better. I was moved, to kind of swivel a little bit of a kind of an emotional weather forecast for you this evening. What I'm talking about is …
Well you know I've been playing nightclubs, staying out all night long, coming home late. Gone for three months, come back and everything in your refrigerator turns into a science project.
So you get designs on a waitress, you know. She's got three or four kids. She's sorting out her checks and she's counting out the change and you say, "Hey, Baby, heat me up a bear claw on the radar range."
TOM WAITS
“Misery is the River of the World”
The higher that the monkey can climb
The more he shows his tail
Call no man happy 'till he dies
There's no milk at the bottom of the pail
God builds a church
The devil builds a chapel
Like the thistles that are growing
'Round the trunk of a tree
All the good in the world
You can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me
If there's one thing you can say about mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again
Misery's the river of the world
The higher that the monkey can climb
The more he shows his tail
Call no man happy 'till he dies
There's no milk at the bottom of the pail
God tempers all the ruins for the new shorn lands
The devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand
All the good in the world
You can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me
If there's one thing you can say about mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again
For want of a bird
The sky was lost
For want of a nail
A shoe was lost
For want of a life
A knife was lost
For want of a toy
A child was lost
And misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row! Everybody row!
TOM WAITS
"9th and 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 all over 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 all the rooms they smell like diesel
And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here.
And I'm lost in the window
And I hide on the stairway
And I hang in the curtain
And 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.
Aw, 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.
And 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.
I've seen it all,
I've seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train.