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But 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 Waits

Time is just memory Mixed in with Desire.
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Desire Memories Time
You’re my North Star when I’m lost and feeling blue.
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Love Relationship Romantic Star Yourself
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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Blind Imagination Myself Need Reality Requirement
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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Brave Captain Devil Light Wicket Yourself
The beginning of it starts at the end.
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Beginning End Start
I’m the type of guy who’d sell you a rat’s asshole for a wedding ring.
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Guy Ring Sell Type
All the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes
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Donut Name Prostitute Sound
Most of the people I admire, they usually smell funny and don’t get out much. It’s true. Most of them are either dead or not feeling well.
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Admire Death Feeling People
I was always laughing in church.
TOM WAITS

Laughter Myself Religious
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat, never drive a car when you’re dead.
TOM WAITS

Death Drive Man Trust Yourself
Don’t look back, because someone might be gaining on you.
TOM WAITS

Back Sight Yourself
I 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.
TOM WAITS

Adventure Call Improvisation Myself Poet
Sing me a rainbow. Steal me a dream.
TOM WAITS

Dreams Instagram Captions One Liner Rainbow Sing Steal
But it’s so hard to dance that way when it’s cold and there’s no music.
TOM WAITS

Cold Dance Hard Music Way
But 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 WAITS

Afraid Conversation Death Live Music Telephone
The ocean doesn’t want me today, But I’ll come back tomorrow to play. The riptide is waging And the life guard’s away But the ocean doesn’t want me today.
TOM WAITS

Guard Life Myself Ocean Play

But 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.

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