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I’ve seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train.

Tom Waits

Living with kids is like living with a bunch of drunks. You know you really have to be on your toes all the time. Things are falling over and breaking and spilling. If you live on the second story, you really have to keep the windows shut all the time.
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Break Children Fall Live Time Window Yourself
Well, it’s either kiss me or kill me, that’s how I see it.
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Kill Kiss Myself See
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork But it always comes roaring back again.
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Drive Nature Roar Yourself
When I was younger, I wanted to be older. Now I am older, I am not quite so sure.
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Age Myself Old Quite Young
Bill Hicks – blowtorch, excavator, truthsayer, and brain specialist. He will correct your vision. Others will drive on the road he built.
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Brain Built Drive Himself Road Specialist Vision Willing
I’ve been riding on the crest of a slump lately.
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Late Myself Ride
Break windows, smoke cigars, and stay up late. Tell ’em to do that, they’ll find a little pot of gold.
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Break Finding Stay Window
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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Drowning Music Rescue Sound Time Yourself
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
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.
TOM WAITS

Bad Day Growth Plant Yourself
I’m trying to get music ideas that come and keep them alive. It’s like carrying water in your hands. I want to keep it all, and sometimes by the time you get to the studio you have nothing.
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Alive Hands Ideas Music Time Yourself
I made a wish on a sliver of moonlight A sly grin and a bowl full of stars.
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Bowl Moon Myself Stars
I’ve lost my equilibrium, my car keys, and my pride.
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Balance Car Myself Pride
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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Angel Blind Finding Hard Myself Selfish
The earth is not my home, I’m just passing by.
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Earth Home Myself Philosophy Travel Wisdom
For a songwriter, you don’t really go to songwriting school; you learn by listening to tunes. And you try to understand them and take them apart and see what they’re made of, and wonder if you can make one, too.
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Learning Listening Oneself Song Wonder Writing

I’ve seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train.

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