Los Angeles, 1983. Foto: Anton CorbijnAt the Montreal Jazz Fest in 1981
En RADIO Rancho Las Voces... el peculiar estilo de...Tom Waits... con dos canciones..."The One That Got Away" y "Annie's Back in Town"...RADIO Rancho Las Voces... mumblig something...
The One That Got Away
The jigolo's jumpin salty
ain't no trade out on the streets
half past the unlucky
and the hawk's a front-row seat
dressed in full orquestration
stage door johnnys got to pay
and sent him home
talking bout the one that got away
could a been on easy street
could a been a wheel
with irons in the fire
and all them business deals
But the last of the big-time losers
shouted before he drove away
I'll be right back as soon as I crack
the one that got away
the ambulance drivers don't give a shit
they just want to get off work
and the short stop and the victim
have already gone berserk
and the shroud-tailor measures him
for a deep-six holiday
the stiff is froze, the case is closed
on the one that got away
Jim Crow's directing traffic
with them cemetery blues
with them peculiar looking trousers
them old Italian shoes
the wooden kimona was all ready
to drop in San Francisco Bay
but now he's mumbling something
all about the one that got away
Costello was the champion
at the St. Moritz Hotel
and the best this side of Fairfax,
reliable sources tell
but his reputation is at large
and he's at Ben Frank's every day
waiting for the one that got away
he's got a snake skin sportshirt,
and he looks like Vincent Price
with a little piece of chicken
and he's carving off a slice
but someone tipped her off
she'll be doing a Houdini now any day
she shook his hustle
and a Greyhound bus'll
take the one that got away
Andre is at the piano
behind the Ivar in the sewers
with a buck a shot for pop tunes,
and a fin for guided tours
He could of been in Casablanca
he stood in line out there all day
but now he's spilling whiskey
and learning songs about a one that got away
well I've lost my equilibrium
my car keys and my pride
tattoo parlor's warm
and so I huddle there inside
the grinding of the buzz saw
whatchuwanthathingtosay
just don't misspell her name
buddy she's the one that got away
The jigolo's jumpin salty
ain't no trade out on the streets
half past the unlucky
and the hawk's a front-row seat
dressed in full orquestration
stage door johnnys got to pay
and sent him home
talking bout the one that got away
could a been on easy street
could a been a wheel
with irons in the fire
and all them business deals
But the last of the big-time losers
shouted before he drove away
I'll be right back as soon as I crack
the one that got away
the ambulance drivers don't give a shit
they just want to get off work
and the short stop and the victim
have already gone berserk
and the shroud-tailor measures him
for a deep-six holiday
the stiff is froze, the case is closed
on the one that got away
Jim Crow's directing traffic
with them cemetery blues
with them peculiar looking trousers
them old Italian shoes
the wooden kimona was all ready
to drop in San Francisco Bay
but now he's mumbling something
all about the one that got away
Costello was the champion
at the St. Moritz Hotel
and the best this side of Fairfax,
reliable sources tell
but his reputation is at large
and he's at Ben Frank's every day
waiting for the one that got away
he's got a snake skin sportshirt,
and he looks like Vincent Price
with a little piece of chicken
and he's carving off a slice
but someone tipped her off
she'll be doing a Houdini now any day
she shook his hustle
and a Greyhound bus'll
take the one that got away
Andre is at the piano
behind the Ivar in the sewers
with a buck a shot for pop tunes,
and a fin for guided tours
He could of been in Casablanca
he stood in line out there all day
but now he's spilling whiskey
and learning songs about a one that got away
well I've lost my equilibrium
my car keys and my pride
tattoo parlor's warm
and so I huddle there inside
the grinding of the buzz saw
whatchuwanthathingtosay
just don't misspell her name
buddy she's the one that got away
Annie's Back In Town
In the evening he stumbles home with his tie undone,
As the moon sweeps 7th avenue, as usual
You lie awake at night
You remember when
Now that Annie's back in town
Well I know why you're drinking
I know your alibi
So don't make excuses
Those are tears in your eyes
And you're falling back
In love
Again
Now that Annie's back in town
Well it came down through the grapevine
It put your business on the street
I hear you've been hanging out till dawn
In some lunch room (somewhere)
Well you thought you've gotten over her
But that was till you found
That Annie's back in town
All the corner boys are all trouble-makers
And the sailors are all fools
Well it seems like some things round here
I guess they'll never change
Oh but it's always good for business
Guess we'll be seeing you around
Now that Annie's back in town
In the evening he stumbles home with his tie undone,
As the moon sweeps 7th avenue, as usual
You lie awake at night
You remember when
Now that Annie's back in town
Well I know why you're drinking
I know your alibi
So don't make excuses
Those are tears in your eyes
And you're falling back
In love
Again
Now that Annie's back in town
Well it came down through the grapevine
It put your business on the street
I hear you've been hanging out till dawn
In some lunch room (somewhere)
Well you thought you've gotten over her
But that was till you found
That Annie's back in town
All the corner boys are all trouble-makers
And the sailors are all fools
Well it seems like some things round here
I guess they'll never change
Oh but it's always good for business
Guess we'll be seeing you around
Now that Annie's back in town
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