@ARTIST: Tom Waits
@ALBUM: Heart of Saturday Night

@SONG: New Coat Of Paint

 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. 

@SONG: San Diego Serenade


 I never saw the morning 'til I stayed up all night
 I never saw the sunshine 'til you turned out the light
 I never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long
 I never heard the melody, until I needed a song.

 I never saw the white line, 'til I was leaving you behind 
 I never knew I needed you 'til I was caught up in a bind
 I never spoke 'I love you' 'til I cursed you in vain,
 I never felt my heartstrings until I nearly went insane.

 I never saw the east coast 'til I move to the west
 I never saw the moonlight until it shone off your breast
 I never saw your heart 'til someone tried to steal, tried to steal it away
 I never saw your tears until they rolled down your face. 


@SONG: Semi Suite

 Well you hate those diesels rollin'
 And those Friday nights out bowlin'
 When he's off for a twelve hour lay over night

 You wish you had a dollar
 For every time he hollered
 That he's leavin'
 And he's never comin' back

 But the curtain-laced billow
 And his hands on your pillow
 And his trousers are hangin' on the chair

 You're lyin' through your pain, babe
 But you're gonna tell him he's your man
 And you ain't got the courage to leave

 He tells you that you're on his mind
 You're the only one he's ever gonna find
 It's kind-a special, understands his complicated soul...

 But the only place a man can breathe
 And collect his thoughts is
 Midnight and flyin' away on the road.

 But you've packed and unpacked
 So many times you've lost track
 And the steam heat is drippin' off the walls

 But when you hear his engines
 You're lookin' through the window in the kitchen and you know
 You're always gonna be there when he calls

 'Cause he's a truck drivin' man
 Stoppin' when he can
 He's a truck drivin' man
 Stoppin' when he can 

@SONG: Shiver Me Timbers

 I'm leavin' my fam'ly
 Leavin' all my friends
 My body's at home
 But my heart's in the wind
 Where the clouds are like headlines
 On a new front page sky
 My tears are salt water
 And the moon's full and high

 And I know Martin Eden's
 Gonna be proud of me
 And many before me
 Who've been called by the sea
 To be up in the crow's nest
 Singin' my say
 Shiver me Timbers
 'Cause I'm a-sailin' away

 And the fog's liftin'
 And the sand's shiftin'
 I'm driftin' on out
 Ol' Captain Ahab
 He ain't got nothin' on me, now.
 So swallow me, don't follow me
 I'm trav'lin' alone
 Blue water's my daughter
 'n I'm gonna skip like a stone

 So please call my missus
 Gotta tell her not to cry
 'Cause my goodbye is written
 By the moon in the sky
 Hey and nobody knows me
 I can't fathom my stayin'
 Shiver me timbers
 'Cause I'm a-sailin' away

 And the fog's liftin'
 And the sand's shiftin'
 I'm driftin' on out
 Ol' Captain Ahab
 He ain't got nothin' on me
 So come and swallow me, follow me
 I'm trav'lin' alone
 Blue water's my daughter
 'n I'm gonna skip like a stone

 And I'm leavin' my family
 Leavin' all my friends
 My body's at home
 But my heart's in the wind
 Where the clouds are like headlines
 Upon a new front page sky
 And shiver me timbers
 'Cause I'm a-sailin' away 

@SONG: Diamonds on my Windshield



 Well these diamonds on my windshield
 And these tears from heaven
 Well I'm pulling into town on the Interstate
 I got a steel train in the rain
 And the wind bites my cheek through the wing
 And it's these late nights and this freeway flying
 It always makes me sing

 There's a Duster tryin' to change my tune
 He's pulling up fast on the right
 Rolling restlessly by a twenty-four hour moon

 And a Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
 He's wishing he was home in a Wiscosin bed
 But there's fifteen feet of snow in the East
 Colder then a welldigger's ass
 And it's colder than a welldigger's ass

 Oceanside it ends the ride with San Clemente coming up
 Those Sunday desperadoes slip by and cruise with a dry back
 And the orange drive-in the neon billin'
 And the theatre's fillin' to the brim
 With slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin

 Metropolitan area with interchange and connections
 Fly-by-nights from Riverside
 And out of state plates running a little late

 But the sailors jockey for the fast lane
 So 101 don't miss it
 There's rolling hills and concrete fields
 And the broken line's on your mind
 The eights go east and the fives go north
 And the merging nexus back and forth
 You see your sign, cross the line, signalling with a blink

 And the radio's gone off the air
 Gives you time to think
 And you hear the rumble
 As you fumble for a cigarette
 And blazing through this midnight jungle
 Remember someone that you met
 And one more block; the engine talks
 Whispers 'home at last'
 It whispers 'home at last'
 Whispers 'home at last'
 It whispers 'home at last'
 Whispers 'home at last'

 And there are diamonds on my windshield
 And these tears from heaven
 Well I'm pulling into town on the Interstate
 I got me a steel train in the rain
 And the wind bites my cheek through the wing
 Late nights and freeway flying
 Always makes me sing
 It always makes me sing

 (Hey look here Jack, ok)

@SONG: (Looking For) The Heart of Saturday Night

 Well you gassed her up
 Behind the wheel
 With your arm around your sweet one
 In your Oldsmobile
 Barrelin' down the boulevard
 You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

 And you got paid on Friday
 And your pockets are jinglin'
 And you see the lights
 You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6
 And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night

 Then you comb your hair
 Shave your face
 Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
 All the other days 
 In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
 You're reachin' your peak

 Stoppin' on the red
 You're goin' on the green
 'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'
 You've ever seen
 And you're barrelin' down the boulevard
 Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

 Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
 Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
 Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?
 Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

 Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
 'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
 And now you're stumblin'
 You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night

 Well you gassed her up
 And you're behind the wheel 
 With your arm around your sweet one
 In your Oldsmobile
 Barrellin' down the boulevard,
 You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

 Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
 Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
 And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye
 Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

 Makes it kind of special down in the core
 And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
 It's found you stumblin'
 Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
 And you're stumblin'
 Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night 

@SONG: Fumblin' With the Blues

 Friday left me fumblin' with the blues
 And it's hard to win when you always lose
 Because the nightspots spend your spirit
 Beat your head against the wall
 Two dead ends and you've still got to choose

 You know the bartenders
 They all know my name
 And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame
 And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head
 When I should be living clean instead

 You know the ladies I've been seeing off and on
 Well they spend your love and then they're gone
 You can't be lovin' someone who is savage and cruel
 Take your love and then they leave on out of town
 No they do

 Well now fallin' in love is such a breeze
 But its standin' up that's so hard for me
 I wanna squeeze you but I'm scared to death I'd break your back
 You know your perfume
 Well it won't let me be

 You know the bartenders all know my name
 And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame
 And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head
 When I should be living clean instead

 Come on baby
 Let your love light shine
 Gotta bury me inside of your fire
 Because your eyes are 'nough to blind me
 You're like a-looking at the sun
 You gotta whisper tell me I'm the one
 Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one
 Gotta whisper tell me I'm the one
 Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one 

@SONG: Please Call Me, Baby

 The evening fell just like a star
 Left a trail behind
 You spit as you slammed out the door
 If this is love we're crazy
 As we fight like cats and dogs
 But I just know there's got to be more

 CHORUS
 So please call me, baby
 Wherever you are
 It's too cold to be out walking in the streets
 We do crazy things when we're wounded
 Everyone's a bit insane
 I don't want you catching your death of cold
 Out walking in the rain

 And I admit that I ain't no angel
 I admit that I ain't no saint
 I'm selfish and I'm cruel but you're blind
 If I exorcise my devils
 Well my angels may leave too
 When they leave they're so hard to find

 CHORUS

 And we're always at each other's throats
 You know it drives me up the wall
 But most of the time I'm just blowing off steam
 And I wish to God you'd leave me
 Baby I wish to God you'd stay
 Life's so different than it is in your dreams

 CHORUS

@SONG: Depot, Depot

 Depot, depot, what am I doing here?
 Depot, depot, what am I doing here?
 I ain't coming, I ain't going
 My confusion is showing
 Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue
 I'm gonna paint myself blue
 At the depot

 I watch the taxis pull up and idle
 I can't claim title to a single memory
 He offered me a key
 'Cause opportunity don't knock
 He has no tongue and she cannot talk
 You're gonna shuffle when you walk
 At the depot

 This peeping-Tom needs a peephole
 And an uptempo song
 To move me along
 When I find this depot baby
 I'm on a roll just like a pool ball baby
 I'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe
 At the depot

 Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue
 Oh, tell me what a poor boy to do
 At the depot
 I'm on a roll just like a pool ball baby
 I'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe
 At the depot
 The depot 

@SONG: Drunk on the Moon

 Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift
 'Neath the cement stroll
 Catch the midnight drift
 Cigar chewing charlie
 In that newspaper nest
 grifting hot horse tips
 On who's running the best

 CHORUS
 And I'm blinded by the neon
 Don't try and change my tune
 'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
 I'm drunk on the moon

 And the moon's a silver slipper
 It's pouring champagne stars
 Broadway's like a serpent
 Pulling shiny top-down cars
 Laramer is teeming
 With that undulating beat
 And some Bonneville is screaming
 It's way wilder down the street

 CHORUS

 Hearts flutter and race
 The moon's on the wane
 Tarts mutter their dream hopes
 The night will ordain
 Come schemers and dancers
 Cherry delight
 As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound
 And it cuts throught the night

 And I've hawked all my yesterdays
 Don't try and change my tune
 'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
 I'm drunk on the moon 

@SONG: The Ghosts of Saturday Night


 A cab combs the snake,
 Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare,
 And a solitary sailor
 Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers...

 Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents,
 And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,
 As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
 And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.

 Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "Irene"
 As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes
 And the Texaco beacon burns on,
 The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve Special'...
 Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil"
 "You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil."

 The early mornin' final edition's on the stands,
 And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands.
 Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,
 Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents,
 Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight,
 Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late.

 And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond
 Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe Devilles,
 Leaving the town in a-keeping
 Of the one who is sweeping
 Up the ghost of Saturday night...