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 WAITSI 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 WAITSI did my time in the jail of your arms.
TOM WAITSI was always laughing in church.
TOM WAITSI think all songs should have weather in them. Names of towns and streets, and they should have a couple of sailors. I think those are just song prerequisites.
TOM WAITSI don’t like hearing Beatles songs in commercials. It almost renders them useless. I think, ‘Oh God, another one bites the dust.’
TOM WAITSI’ve lost my equilibrium, my car keys, and my pride.
TOM WAITSI do some acting. And there’s a difference between “I do some acting” and “I’m an actor.”
TOM WAITSThey say that I have no hits and that I’m difficult to work with. And they say that like it’s a bad thing.
TOM WAITSThe 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 WAITSI like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.
TOM WAITSThe folks who know the truth aren’t talking. The ones who don’t have a clue, you can’t shut them up!
TOM WAITSWe are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness. We are monkeys with money and guns.
TOM WAITSI don’t go to church on Sunday, don’t get on my knees to pray, or memorize the books of the Bible, I got my own special way
TOM WAITSThe world is a hellish place, and bad writing is destroying the quality of our suffering.
TOM WAITSDon’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 WAITSI always thought songs are movies for the ears and films are like songs for the eyes.
TOM WAITS