Thursday, October 07, 2004

Hoist that Rag.

Well I learned the trade
From piggy knowles and
Sing sing tommy shay boys
God used me as hammer boys
To beat his weary drum today

Hoist that rag
Hoist that rag

The sun is up the world is flat
Damn good address for a rat
The smell of blood
The drone of flies
You know what to do if the baby cries

Hoist that rag
Hoist that rag

Well we stick our fingers in
The ground, heave and
Turn the world around
Smoke is blacking out the sun
At night I pray and clean my gun
The cracked bell rings as
The ghost bird sings and the gods
Go begging here
So just open fire as you hit the shore
All is fair in love and war

Hoist that rag...

Tom Waits - Real Gone Review

It's a blind white October.

Out there in the distance, stormtroppers piss in their boots to soften the leather before the march.

The Arab hides in the straw, behind the creeking barn door.

A buckshot flag snaps and flaps in the razor wind.

Somewhere in a dirty concrete basement, Waits hammers and screams, bucks and brays, barks and whispers...

The Piano is broken into firewood, It lies blackened and smoking outside in the October Frost

Kathleen looks on in approval from her rocking chair
as her husband rocks and flaps like a crazy bird...

Her son Casey whips the musicians with the cruel cables from his decks, they scream and bend to their instruments again....

The hail nail guns the rusted roof.

The New Waits Album is out.

Buy the thing and bring on that Savage rain.

Peace and Hope, Love and Thanks to Tom and his family.



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