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.
TOM WAITSit ain’t no sin, to take off your skin and dance around in your bones
More Tom Waits Quotes
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When your down on your luck and you’ve lost all your dreams theres nothing like a campfire and a can of beans.
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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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I’ll tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past.
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If I exorcise my devils, all my angels may go, too.
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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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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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The earth is not my home, I’m just passing by.
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All the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes
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I can’t listen to so much music at the same time. I think you really have to have a diet. You’re just processing too much, there’s no place to put it. If you go a long time without hearing music, then you hear music that nobody else hears.
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I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.
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The devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand.
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The big print giveth and the small print taketh away.
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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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But it’s so hard to dance that way when it’s cold and there’s no music.
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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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