an audience with Waits
Martin and I are going to see glorious poet-singer Tom Waits in Dublin at the end of July.
Despite my many years of worship of the man’s musical talent, I’ve never witnessed him play live. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.
Let’s put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town
Set ’em up, we’ll be knockin’ em down.
You wear a dress, baby, and I’ll wear a tie.
We’ll laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky
All your scribbled lovedreams, are lost or thrown away,
Here amidst the shuffle of an overflowing day
Our love needs a transfusion so let’s shoot it full of wine
Fishin’ for a good time starts with throwin’ in your line.
Colour me green, I`m desperately jealous.He is one of the few musicians that genuinely move me.
We’ll bring you back a memento of some sort. I won’t tell you how much this is costing however (/faint). Only Waits is worth it.
If its anything short of a liver or lung its probably worth it.There is no need to bring me anything, just enjoy yer selves