Tom Waits
A man with manic depression who speaks his mind. He looks at life on a completely different scale - he thinks about all the things we do but just speaks them allowed. His iconic voice sings songs and poetry which can haunt or warm you.
We want to get inside his head and see how it reacts to different stimuli.
This interview shows the reactions that people have to Tom Waits and how they cannot understand how bizarre and amazingly his mind works! The presenter takes the absolute mick out of him!
"9th & Hennepin"
Well it's 9th and Hennepin
All the donuts have - "A bizarre yet slightly relatable thing that we understand"
Names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks are
On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this
And the broken umbrellas like
Dead birds and the steam
Comes out of the grill like
The whole goddamned town is ready to blow
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos - "another description for graffiti"
And everyone is behaving like dogs
And the horses are coming down Violin Road
And Dutch is dead on his feet
And the rooms all smell like diesel
And you take on the
Dreams of the ones who have slept here
And I'm lost in the window
I hide in the stairway
I hang in the curtain
I sleep in your hat
And no one brings anything
Small into a bar around here
They all started out with bad directions
And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
One for every year he's away she said, such
A crumbling beauty, but there's
Nothing wrong with her that
$100 won't fix, she has that razor sadness
That only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the
Southern Pacific going by
As the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
Till you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out
Over the side to anyone who'll listen
And I've seen it
All through the yellow windows
Of the evening train
All the donuts have - "A bizarre yet slightly relatable thing that we understand"
Names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks are
On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this
And the broken umbrellas like
Dead birds and the steam
Comes out of the grill like
The whole goddamned town is ready to blow
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos - "another description for graffiti"
And everyone is behaving like dogs
And the horses are coming down Violin Road
And Dutch is dead on his feet
And the rooms all smell like diesel
And you take on the
Dreams of the ones who have slept here
And I'm lost in the window
I hide in the stairway
I hang in the curtain
I sleep in your hat
And no one brings anything
Small into a bar around here
They all started out with bad directions
And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
One for every year he's away she said, such
A crumbling beauty, but there's
Nothing wrong with her that
$100 won't fix, she has that razor sadness
That only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the
Southern Pacific going by
As the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
Till you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out
Over the side to anyone who'll listen
And I've seen it
All through the yellow windows
Of the evening train
We were given this song to look and make a piece out of and this is such a good stimulus as there is metaphor after metaphor which gives us a lot of room for interpretation.
He is going to be a very interesting man to base our performance around - we will never really see life through his eyes but by doing this performance we can get a little glimpse of what he see's the world as.
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