Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at.
TOM WAITSI always liked the idea that America is a big facade. We are all insects crawling across on the shiny hood of a Cadillac. We’re all looking at the wrapping. But we won’t tear the wrapping to see what lies beneath.
More Tom Waits Quotes
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She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her.
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When I was younger, I wanted to be older. Now I am older, I am not quite so sure.
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I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.
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I don’t like hearing Beatles songs in commercials. It almost renders them useless. I think, ‘Oh God, another one bites the dust.’
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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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You have to keep busy. After all, no dog’s ever pissed on a moving car.
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Mostly I straddle reality and the imagination. My reality needs imagination like a bulb needs a socket. My imagination needs reality like a blind man needs a cane.
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The Universe is making music all the time.
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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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I don’t think that you should be perfectly candid and frank about the intimate details of your personal life with the public at large. Subsequently, it creates considerable personal problems.
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I was always laughing in church.
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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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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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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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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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