Wednesday, August 8, 2012

A Time Of Silence Among Pure Talent

     Sometimes it isn't about what we say that will change anything in life, it's about what we don't say. There are times that writers need to put their pens down and listen, where artists need not pick up their brushes and imagine, where actors need not perform but observe, but most of all, where we need to sit back and allow our mind's to fully grasp masterpieces in music, pieces that have changed time, pieces that give you words, dreams, inspirations...this is one of those times, and this is one of those pieces. Sit back, put some headphones on, listen to this tune and read it's lyrics; allow yourself to bask in the moment and notice what you previously had not noticed, lose yourself for four minutes, these might be the most important four minutes of your day.

           Love From Your Humble Blogger

 Tom Waits - "Time" (Rain Dogs)

Well, the smart money's on Harlow
And the moon is in the street
The shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you're east of East St. Louis
And the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon
His invisible fiance is in the mirror
The band is going home
It's raining hammers, it's raining nails
Yes, it's true, there's nothing left for him down here

And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
That you love
And it's Time Time Time

And they all pretend they're Orphans
And their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can't remember
Tell the things you can't forget that
History puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she'd stick around
Until the bandages came off
But these mamas boys just don't know when to quit
And Matilda asks the sailors are those dreams
Or are those prayers
So just close your eyes, son
And this won't hurt a bit


Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars
And splash into the street
And when she's on a roll she pulls a razor
From her boot and a thousand
Pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window
And a kiss upon his lips
Till the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And play the fiddler off till I come back again


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