I did my time in the jail of your arms.
TOM WAITSI don’t like the stigma that comes with being called a poet. So I call what I’m doing an improvisational adventure or an inebriational travelogue.
More Tom Waits Quotes
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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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You learn as much from your kids as they learn from you.
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I never told the truth so i can never tell a lie.
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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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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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The Universe is making music all the time.
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You know, we just buy music now. We don’t make it any more. And that goes for just about everything. I think it’s so important that people develop and subscribe to and have confidence in their own ability to make music, however rough it is.
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I’m not fighting for justice. I am not fighting for freedom. I am fighting for my life and another day in the world here.
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I’m always looking for sounds that are pleasing at the time. The sound of a helicopter is really annoying until you’re drowning, and it’s there to rescue you. Then it sounds like music.
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I always thought songs are movies for the ears and films are like songs for the eyes.
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Don’t plant your days they turn into weeds.
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They say that I have no hits and that I’m difficult to work with. And they say that like it’s a bad thing.
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I’ve lost my equilibrium, my car keys, and my pride.
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Champagne for my real friends and real pain for my sham friends.
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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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