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  •  Love those gray horizons, too! (4+ / 0-)

    Their liminality opens great spaces for exploration.  Tom Waits' Cold, Cold Ground is a favorite of mine for that reason.  On their own, the lyrics paint a picture of ugly, isolationist deprivation, but Tom's genius is in setting them against a warm, sweet, "couples'-dancing" melody that argues with the words and creates that liminal space.   http://www.youtube.com/...

    Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
    never slept with a dream before he had to go away
    there's a bell in the tower
    Uncle Ray bought a round
    don't worry about the army
    in the cold cold ground
    now don't be a cry baby
    when there's wood in the shed
    there's a bird in the chimmney
    and a stone in my bed
    when the road's washed out
    they pass the bottle around
    and wait in the arms
    of the cold cold ground
    cold cold ground
    there's a ribbon in the willow
    and a tire swing rope
    and a briar patch of berries
    takin over the slope
    the cat'll sleep in the mailbox
    and we'll never go to town
    til we bury every dream in
    the cold cold ground
    cold cold ground
    gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells
    blow the roof off the goat barn
    let it roll down the hill
    the piano is firewood
    times square is a dream
    I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground
    cold cold ground
    cold cold ground
    call the cops on the Breedloves
    bring a bible and a rope
    and a whole box of rebel
    and a bar of soap
    make a pile of trunk tires
    and burn 'em all down
    bring a dollar with you baby
    in the cold cold ground
    cold cold ground
    take a weathervane rooster
    throw rocks at his head
    stop talking to the neighbors
    til we all go dead
    beware of my temper
    and the dog that I've found
    break all the windows in the
    cold cold ground
    cold cold ground
    •  What a lovely excursion! Yes, brutal lyrics with a (2+ / 0-)
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      RiveroftheWest, Monsieur Georges

      lilting reel behind them. And such poetry:

      there's a ribbon in the willow
      and a tire swing rope
      and a briar patch of berries
      takin over the slope
      the cat'll sleep in the mailbox
      and we'll never go to town
      til we bury every dream in
      the cold cold ground
      Tom Waits is so prolific, he's hard to keep up with. I love how he started near the mainstream, and evolved so far from there. He took a wise left turn at Swordfishtrombones and never looked back; now he's invented a grid of his own.

      Thanks for the lyrics and the link - I enjoyed both with my morning coffee. Well, the first cup of it.

      "Every man has a right to utter what he thinks truth" Samuel Johnson

      by Brecht on Sat May 25, 2013 at 09:45:15 AM PDT

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