walking,talking
mimicking the lyrics
with my mouth to myself
hummin' the old tune
Heart of Saturday Night
the Tom Waits gem
of a song,thinking,longing
to reminisce about the bliss
of saturday night
of doing what has never been done
on so many saturday's that have come
that Waits has got something there
the way he gets to
the heart of a common feeling
feeling we all may know
emotions move from saturday night
into sunday morning
describing in a plain way things
we do to get through these days
how we live with the moments
instances the feelings arise
putting a finger on a feeling
in song does belong to the craftsman
that Wait's is
I follow it up with
Saving All My Love For You
joining these songs
makes for part of a story
a piece to a tale
I am telling
not normally
associated with one another
collage of sorts
see you when your troubles
are like mine and to myself
deep as the day is long
start fresh in a new way
in a song,we begin
drifting on the wind
a two song tale
about how I wish you well
eligance of a indian wale
see you when your troubles
are like mine and to myself
I believe in me
not the same as
last night and this morning
daily change
reframe and grow
I hope so
morning rain and dew
a dream we dreamed
yesterday's direction
yes,together we dreamed
ego ticking at the Dead Show
other eyes on other days
many worlds I have come
worlds ago now
love will still see me through
the same way I saw through you
way back then when we were children
it's a short time to be here
a memory ago to be there
I don't think about it much
or stop and stare into your eyes
we all have changed
some better and some for worse
but,somehow stayed the same
I'm the only me
you are the only you
this world will ever know
our experience is apart of
how we grow
she waited for me down in the alley
in a few minutes we were out on the corner
the hassel or the hussle and a crazy scam
deliverence from the honest work-a-day's
all hopes of coppin' dope are gone
my man's packed up the goods
confessions written in that grey dust
it's a sad and beautiful world
plain as day and for a song
I hear you say you don't belong
to this or that,her or him,it's a different drum
and a beat lazy clap of the snap
drive out the evil spirits
with hands, palms & fingers
soul clap,rhythm snap
accent pattern very apt pulses
music: anything but
dumb on the drum & accordeon
send you off to bed for evermore
henceforth and back to the heart
searching for saturday night
it always rains on me
everywhere I go
everywhere I go
everywhere I go
