Never trust a man in a blue trench coat, never drive a car when you’re dead.
TOM WAITSDon’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me – choke those little bad days. Choke ’em down to nothing.
More Tom Waits Quotes
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Slept all night in the cedar grove, I was born to ramble, born to rove, some men are searchin’ for the holy grail, but there ain’t nothin’ sweeter than ridin’ the rails.
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I admit that I ain’t no angel, I admit that I ain’t no saint – I’m selfish and I’m cruel and I’m blind. If I exorcise my devils, well my angels may leave too. When they leave they’re so hard to find.
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Arithmetic arithmetock Turn the hands back on the clock How does the ocean rock the boat? How did the razor find my throat? The only strings that hold me here Are tangled up around the pier.
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The average person spends two weeks over their lifetime waiting for the traffic light to change.
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The piano has been drinking, not me.
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Most of the people I admire, they usually smell funny and don’t get out much. It’s true. Most of them are either dead or not feeling well.
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You got to tell me the brave captain Why are the wicked so strong? How do the angels get to sleep When the devil leaves the porch light on?
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Well, it’s either kiss me or kill me, that’s how I see it.
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There’s a beauty of show business. It’s the only business you can have a career in when you’re dead.
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I’m the type of guy who’d sell you a rat’s asshole for a wedding ring.
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Champagne for my real friends and real pain for my sham friends.
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A mental midget with the IQ of a fence post.
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I’ll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials on my arm.
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You can learn a lot about a woman by getting smashed with her.
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Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me – choke those little bad days. Choke ’em down to nothing.
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