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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.

Tom Waits

I like vocal word stuff. But I don’t always write with an instrument, I usually write a capella. It’s more like drawing in the air with your fingers. It’s closest to the choreography of a bee. You’re freer.
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Fingers Freedom Instrument Myself Vocal Word
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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Born Myself Night Search Sleep Sweet
Come down off the cross, we could use the wood.
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Cross Wood
Don’t plant your days they turn into weeds.
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Day Plant Yourself
You’re innocent when you dream.
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Dreams Innocence Yourself
The folks who know the truth aren’t talking. The ones who don’t have a clue, you can’t shut them up!
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Talk Truth Yourself
I don’t have a drinking problem ‘Cept when I can’t get a drink.
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Drink Myself Problem
The way you do anything is the way you do everything.
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Action Style Way Yourself
I did my time in the jail of your arms.
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Arms Time Yourself
Oh, I’m not a percussionist, I just like to hit things.
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Funny Instrument Musician Myself
I like my music with the rinds and the seeds and pulp left in.
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Music Myself Song Wind
I’ve seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train.
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Evening Myself Train
There’s no prayer like desire.
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Desire One Liner Prayer
I do some acting. And there’s a difference between “I do some acting” and “I’m an actor.”
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Act Actor Difference Myself
And the earth died screaming, while I lay dreaming.
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Death Earth Myself Scream
I’ve been riding on the crest of a slump lately.
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Late Myself Ride

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