it ain’t no sin, to take off your skin and dance around in your bones
TOM WAITSit ain’t no sin, to take off your skin and dance around in your bones
TOM WAITSBut then I’m one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone, its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music.
TOM WAITSI hate Disneyland. It primes our kids for Las Vegas.
TOM WAITSWhen you’re writing‚ you’re conjuring. It’s a ritual‚ and you need to be brave and respectful and sometimes get out of the way of whatever it is that you’re inviting into the room.
TOM WAITSI never told the truth so i can never tell a lie.
TOM WAITSI’m the type of guy who’d sell you a rat’s asshole for a wedding ring.
TOM WAITSSlept 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.
TOM WAITSI dunno when I started writing really. I was, like, filling out applications and stuff real early. Last name first, first name last, sex. ‘occasionally’ , stuff like that. Then I was writing letters, filling out forms, writing on bathroom walls.
TOM WAITSChildren make up the best songs, anyway. Better than grown-ups. Kids are always working on songs and throwing them away, like little origami things or paper airplanes. They don’t care if they lose it; they’ll just make another one.
TOM WAITSI started out with nothing and I still got most of it left.
TOM WAITSI was always laughing in church.
TOM WAITSFor 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.
TOM WAITSNever trust a man in a blue trench coat, never drive a car when you’re dead.
TOM WAITSI have an audio stigmatism whereby I hear things wrong – I have audio illusions.
TOM WAITSA gentleman is someone who can play the accordion, but doesn’t.
TOM WAITSI’ve been riding on the crest of a slump lately.
TOM WAITS