Tercera parte del ciclo "Crooners", con un disco de allá por 1999: The Mule Variations.
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Esto sonó en el programa:
- Miles Davis - High Speed Chase (cortina del programa)
- Illia Kuryaki - Jalea (entero)
- Color Humano - El Hachazo (entero)
- Tom Waits - Big in Japan (cortina)
- Tom Waits - Get Behind The Mule (entero)
- Tom Waits - Lowside of the Road (cortina)
- Tom Waits - House Where Nobody Lives (entero)
- Tom Waits - Hold On (cortina)
- Tom Waits - Cold Water (entero)
- Tom Waits - What's He Building? (cortina)
- Tom Waits - Pony (cortina)
- Tom Waits - Eyeball Kid (entero)
- Tom Waits -Black Market Baby (cortina)
- Tom Waits - Picture in a Frame (entero)
- Tom Waits - Chocolate Jesus (cortina)
- Tom Waits - Filipino Box Spring Hog (entero)
- Tom Waits - Georgia Lee (cortina)
- Tom Waits - Come On Up To The House (entero)
- Miles Davis - High Speed Chase (cortina del programa)
- The Beatles - With a little help from my friends (entero)
- Judas Priest - The green Manalishi (with the two-pronged crown) (entero)
Acá le dejamos algún videito y las letras para el que quiera seguirlas durante el programa!
Big in Japan - Official Video
Hold on - Official Video
Big In Japan
I got the style but not the grace
I got the clothes but not the face
I got the bread but not the butter
I got the window but not the shutter
But I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
Hey, but I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
I got the house but not the deed
I got the horn but not the reed
I got the cards but not the luck
I got the wheel but not the truck
But hey, I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
But hey, I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
I got the moon, I got the cheese
I got the whole damn nation on their knees
I got the rooster, I got the crow
I got the ebb, I got the flow
I got the powder but not the gun
I got the dog but not the bun
I got the clouds but not the sky
I got the stripes but not the tie
But hey, I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
Hey-ho, they love the way I do it
Hey-ho, there's really nothing to it
I got the moon, I got the cheese
I got the whole damn nation on their knees
I got the rooster, I got the crow
I got the ebb, I got the flow
I got the sizzle but not the steak
I got the boat but not the lake
I got the sheets but not the bed
I got the jam but not the bread
But hey, I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
Hey! I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
Lowside Of The Road
I'm on a black elevator goin' down
Little Joe from Kokomo , it rattles to the ground
The dice is laughin' at the man that it throwed
I'm rollin' over to the lowside of the road
The moon is red and you're dancin' real slow
Twentynine miles left to go
The chain monkeys help you with your load
I'm rollin' over to the lowside of the road
Jezebel is naked with an axe
The prosecution tells you to relax
Your head feels like it's ready to explode
And you're rollin' over, you're rollin' over
Well, the clapper has been ripped out of the bell
The flapper has been kicked right out of hell
When the horse whips the man that he rode
You're rollin' over to the lowside of the road
The dog won't bite if you beat him with a bone
And she's so shy when she's talkin' on the phone
And then the ground rises up and starts to groan
And rollin' over to the lowside of the road
Unto the lowside of the road
Unto the lowside of the road
Hold On
They hung a sign up in our town
"If you live it up, you won't live it down"
So she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With her charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Oh, the moon was gold, her hair like wind
Said, 'Don't look back, just come on, Jim'
Oh, you got to hold on, hold on
You gotta hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone's looking for someone to blame
When you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said, 'Baby, I still love you'
Sometimes there's nothin' left to do
Oh, but you got to hold on, hold on
Babe, you gotta hold on
And take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on
Well, God bless your crooked little heart
St. Louis got the best of me
I miss your broken China voice
How I wish you were still here with me
Oh, you build it up, you wreck it down
Then you burn your mansion to the ground
Oh, there's nothing left to keep you here
But when you're falling behind in this big blue world
Oh, you've got to hold on, hold on
Babe, you gotta hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on
Down by the Riverside motel
It's 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store
She closed her eyes and started swaying
But it's so hard to dance that way
When it's cold and there's no music
Oh, your old hometown's so far away
But inside your head there's a record that's playing
A song called 'Hold On', hold on
Babe, you gotta hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right there
You gotta hold on
You gotta hold on, hold on
Babe, you gotta hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right there
You gotta hold on
You gotta hold on, hold on
Babe, you gotta hold on
And take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on
You gotta hold on, hold on
Babe, you gotta hold on
And take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on
You gotta hold on
You gotta hold on
You gotta hold on
You gotta hold on
You gotta hold on, baby
You gotta hold on, girl
You gotta hold on
You gotta hold on
Get Behind The Mule
Molly Be Damned smote Jimmy the Harp
With a horrid little pistol and a lariat
She's goin' to the bottom and she's goin' down the drain
Said she wasn't big enough to carry it
She got to get behind the mule, yeah
in the morning and plow
Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods
You gotta meet me by the fall down tree
Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid
And I know they'll come lookin' for me, boys
I know they'll come lookin' for me
Got to get behind the mule, yeah
in the morning and plow
Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Big Jack Earl was eight foot one
And he stood in the road and he cried
He couldn't make her love him, couldn't make her stay
But tell the good Lord that he tried
Got to get behind the mule, yeah
in the morning and plow
Get behind the mule in the morning and plow, yeah
You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville
On the wreck of the Weaverville stage
Beaula fired on Beatty for a lemonade
I was stirring my brandy with a nail, boys
Stirring my brandy with a nail
Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow, yeah
Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Well, the rampaging sons of the widow James
Jack the Cutter and the Pockmarked Kid
Had to stand naked at the bottom of the cross
And tell the good Lord what they did
Tell the good Lord what they did
You got to get behind the mule, yeah
in the morning and plow
Get behind the mule, yeah, in the morning and plow
You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Punctuated birds on the power line
In a Studebaker with Birdie Joe Hoaks
I'm diggin' all the way to China with a silver spoon
While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys
The hangman fumbles with the noose
You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Pin your ear to the wisdom post
Pin your eye to the line
Never let the weeds get higher than the garden
Always keep a sapphire in your mind
Always keep a diamond in your mind
You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
House Where Nobody Lives
There's a house on my block that's abandoned and cold
The folks moved out of it a long time ago
And they took all their things and they never came back
It looks like it's haunted with the windows all cracked
Everyone calls it the house
The house where nobody lives
Once it held laughter, once it held dreams
Did they throw it away, did they know what it means?
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do somebody wrong?
Well, the paint is all cracked, it was peeled off of the wood
The papers were stacked on the porch where I stood
And the weeds had grown up just as high as the door
There were birds in the chimney and an old chest of drawers
Looks like no one will ever come back
To the house where nobody lives
Oh, and once it held laughter, once it held dreams
Did they throw it away, did they know what it means?
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do somebody wrong?
So if you find someone, someone to have, someone to hold
Don't trade it for silver, oh don't trade it for gold
Cause I have all of life's treasures and they're fine and they're good
They remind me that houses are just made of wood
What makes a house grand, oh it ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house, it's a palace for sure
But without love it ain't nothin' but a house
A house where nobody lives
But without love it ain't nothin' but a house
A house where nobody lives
Cold Water
Well I woke up this morning with the cold water
With the cold water, with the cold water
Woke up this morning with the cold water
With the cold water, with the cold
Well the police at the station and they don't look friendly
Well they don't look friendly, well they don't look friendly
Police at the station and they don't look friendly
Well they don't look friendly, well they don't
Blind or crippled, sharp or dull
I'm reading the Bible by a 40 watt bulb
What price freedom, dirt is my rug
Well I sleep like a baby with the snakes and the bugs
Well I ...
Stores are open but I ain't got no money
I ain't got no money, well I ain't got no money
Stores are open but I ain't got no money
Well I ain't got no money, well I ain't
Found an old dog and he seems to like me
Seems to like me, well, he seems to like me
Found an old dog and he seems to like me
Well he seems to like me, well he seems
Seen them fellows with the cardboard signs
Scrapin' up a little money to buy a bottle of wine
Pregnant women and the Vietnam vets
I say beggin' on the freeway 'bout as hard as it gets
Well I slept in the graveyard, it was cool and still
Cool and still, it was cool and still
Slept in the graveyard, it was cool and still
Cool and still and it was cool
Slept all night in a 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
I look fortyseven but I'm twentyfour
Well they shooed me away from here the time before
Turned their backs and they locked their doors
I'm watchin' TV in the window of a furniture store
And I woke up this morning with the cold water
With the cold water, with the cold water
I woke up this morning with the cold water
With the cold water, with the cold
Well I woke up this morning with the cold water
Cold water, with the cold water
Woke up this morning with the cold water
Cold water, with the cold
Pony
I've seen it all boys, I've been all over
Been everywhere in the whole wide world
I rode the high line with Old Blind Darby
I danced real slow with Ida Jane
I was full of wonder when I left Murfreesboro
Now I am full of hollow on Maxwell Street
And I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony
knows the way back home
I walked from Natchez to Hushpukena
I built a fire by the side of the road
I worked for nothin' in a Belzoni saw mill
And I caught a blind out on the B and O
Talullah's friendly, Belzoni ain't so
A 44 will get you 99
I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony
knows the way back home
I run my race with Burnt Face Jake
gave him a Manzanita cross
I lived on nothin' but dreams and train smoke
somehow my watch and chain got lost
I wish I was home, in Evelyn's kitchen
with old Gyp curled around my feet
I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony
knows the way back home
I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony
knows the way back home
What's He Building?
What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building in there?
He has subscriptions to those magazines
He never waves when he goes by
He's hiding something from the rest of us
He's all to himself, I think I know why
He took down the tire-swing from the pepper tree
He has no children of his own, you see
He has no dog, he has no friends
And his lawn is dying
And what about those packages he sends?
What's he building in there?
With that hook light on the stairs
What's he building in there?
I'll tell you one thing, he's not building a playhouse for the children
What's he building in there?
Now what's that sound from underneath the door?
He's pounding nails into a hardwood floor
And I swear to God I heard someone moaning low
And I keep seeing the blue light of a TV show
He has a router and a table saw
And you won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw
There's poison underneath the sink of course
There's also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse
What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building in there?
I heard he has an ex-wife in some place called Mayors Income, Tennessee
And he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia
But what's he building in there?
He has no friends but he gets a lot of mail
I bet he spent a little time in jail
I heard he was up on the roof last night, signaling with a flashlight
And what's that tune he's always whistling?
What's he building in there?
What's he building in there?
We have a right to know
Black Market Baby
She lives in a house
That's way back off the road
There's a man with a lantern
And he carries her soul
A coal stove and a bed
A skillet and a hound
She drove a camel through a needle
In this sinking boardwalk town
She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
She's a diamond who wants to stay coal
Wants to stay coal
I swang out wide with her
On hell's iron gate
Anything that you wanted
You could have
My eyes say their prayers to her
Sailors ring her bell
The way a moth mistakes a light bulb
for the moon and goes to hell
She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
She's a diamond who wants to stay coal
Wants to stay coal
There's no prayer like desire
There's amnesia in her kiss
She's a swan and a pistol
And she will follow you like this
In Moberly, Missouri
At the Iroquois Hotel
She checked in with the President
And she ran up quite a Bill
She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
She's a diamond who wants to stay coal
Wants to stay coal
Well, she's whiskey in a teacup
She gives blondes a lousy name
She's a Bonzai Aphrodite
And a ticket back to Spain
She's a hard way to go
And there ain't no way to stop
Everytime you play the red
the black is coming up
She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
She's a diamond who wants to stay coal (She's my baby)
She wants to stay coal (She's my baby)
My baby wants to stay coal, coal, coal
My baby wants to stay coal
Eyeball Kid
Well, Zenora Bariella and Coriander Pyle
They had sixteen children in the usual style
They had a curio museum and they had no guile
All they ever wanted was a showbiz child
The seventh of December nineteen fortynine
They got what they'd been wishing for all of the time
He grew up in a trailer, by the time he was nine
He rolled off to join the circus, telling fortunes on the side
Hail, hail, The Eyeball Kid
Well, the first time I saw him was a Saigon jail
Cost me twentyseven dollars just to go his bail
I said your name will be in lights, and there's no doubt
But you got to have a manager, that's what it's all about
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The people would point, the people would stare
I'll always be here to protect you and to cut down on the glare
I know you can't speak, I know you can't sign
So cry right here on the dotted line
Hail, hail, The Eyeball Kid
Well, he was born without a body, not even a brow
I made the kid a promise, I made the kid a vow
He's not conventionally handsome, he'll never be tall
He said, 'All you got to do is book me into Carnegie Hall'
He's just a little bitty thing, he's just a little guy
But women go crazy for the big blue eye
How does he dream, how does he think
When he can't even speak and he can't even blink
I said: Hail, hail
The Eyeball Kid
Hail, hail
The Eyeball Kid
Hail, hail
Eyeball Kid
Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
Everybody wants to see the Eyeball Kid
They say, how does he dream, how does he think
When he can't even speak, and he can't even blink
We're all lost in the wilderness, we're blind as can be
He came down to teach us how to really see
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
So give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
Everybody wants to see the Eyeball Kid
Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
Everybody wants to see the Eyeball Kid
Give it up, give it up
Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
Everybody will want to see the Eyeball Kid
Eyeball Kid
Eyeball Kid
Oh, Eyeball Kid
Picture In A Frame
The sun come up it was blue and gold
The sun come up it was blue and gold
The sun come up it was blue and gold
ever since I put your picture
in a frame
I come calling in my Sunday best
I come calling in my Sunday best
I come calling in my Sunday best
ever since I put your picture
in a frame
I'm gonna love you
till the wheels come off
Oh yeah...
I love you baby and I always will
I love you baby and I always will
I love you baby and I always will
ever since I put your picture
in a frame
I love you baby and I always will
ever since I put your picture
in a frame
ever since I put your picture
in a frame
ever since I put your picture
in a frame
Chocolate Jesus
Well, I don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on my knees to pray
Don't memorize the books of the bible
I got my own special way
I know Jesus loves me
maybe just a little bit more
I fall down on my knees every Sunday
at Zerelda Lee's candy store
Well, I've got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied
Well, I don't want no Abba Zabba
Don't want no Almond Joy
There ain't nothing better
suitable for this boy
Well, it's the only thing that can pick me up
It's better than a cup of gold
See, only a chocolate Jesus
can satisfy my soul
When the weather gets rough and it's whiskey in the shade
it's best to wrap your savior up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy but that's okay
pour him over ice cream for a nice parfait
Well, it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
It's good enough for me
And it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel so good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied
Georgia Lee
Cold was the night and hard was the ground
They found her in a small grove of trees
And lonesome was the place where Georgia was found
She's too young to be out on the street
Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there
for Georgia Lee?
Ida said she couldn't keep Georgia from dropping out of school
I was doing the best that I could
Oh, but she just kept running away from this world
These children are so hard to raise good
Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there
for Georgia Lee?
Close your eyes and count to ten
I will go and hide but then
Be sure to find me, I want you to find me
And we'll play all over
We'll play all over
We'll play all over
again
There's a toad in the witch grass, there's a crow in the corn
Wild flowers on a cross by the road
And somewhere a baby is crying for her mom
As the hills turn from green back to gold
Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there
for Georgia Lee?
Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there
for Georgia Lee?
Well I hung on to Mary's stump
I danced with a soldier's glee
With a Rum Soaked Crook and a big fat laugh
I spent my last dollar on thee
I saw Bill Bones, gave him a yell
Kehoe spiked the nog
With a chain link fence and a scrap iron jaw
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Spider rolled in from Hollister Burn
with a one-eyed stolen mare
Donned himself with chicken fat
Sawin' on a jaw bone violin there
Kathleen was sittin' down in Little Red's Recovery Room
in her criminal underwear bra
I was naked to the waist with my fierce black hound
And I'm cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Dig a big pit in a dirt alley road
Fill it with madrone and bay
Stinks like hell and the neighbors complain
Don't give a hoot what they say
Gotta slap that hog
Roll em over twice
Gotta baste him with a sweeping broom
You gotta swat them flies and chain up the dogs
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Rattle snake piccata with grapes and figs
Old brown Betty with a yellow wig
Tain't the mince meat filagree
And it ain't the turkey neck stew
And it ain't them bruleed okra seeds
though she made them especially for you
Worse won a prize for her bottom black pie
The beans got thrown to the dogs
Jaheseus Christ, I can always make room
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Take It with Me
The phone's off the hook, no one knows where we are
It's a long time since I drank champagne
The ocean is blue, as blue as your eyes
I'm gonna take it with me when I go
Old long since gone, now way back when
We lived in Coney Island
There ain't no good thing ever dies
I'm gonna take it with me when I go
Far, far away a train whistle blows
Wherever you're goin', wherever you've been
Waving good bye at the end of the day
You're up and you're over, and you're far away
Always for you, and forever yours
It felt just like the old days
We fell asleep on Beaula's porch
I'm gonna take it with me when I go
All broken down by the side of the road
I was never more alive or alone
I've worn the faces off all the cards
I'm gonna take it with me when I go
The children are playing at the end of the day
Strangers are singing on our lawn
It's got to be more than flesh and bone
All that you've loved is all you own
In a land there's a town, and in that town there's a house
And in that house there's a woman
And in that woman there's a heart I love
I'm gonna take it with me when I go
I'm gonna take it with me when I go
Come On Up To The House
Well, the moon is broken and the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see is all that you lack
Come on up to the house
All your crying don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross, we can use the wood
You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a-passing through
You got to come on up to the house
There's no light in the tunnel, no irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And you're singing lead soprano in a junkman's choir
You got to come on up to the house
Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy and you can't find no port
Got to come on up to the house, yeah
You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home I'm just a-passing through
You got to come on up to the house, yeah
You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a-passing through
You got to come on up to the house
There's nothing in the world that you can do
You gotta come on up to the house
And you been whipped by the forces that are inside you
Gotta come on up to the house
Well, you're high on top of your mountain of woe
Gotta come on up to the house
Well, you know you should surrender, but you can't let it go
You gotta come on up to the house, yeah
Gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
The world is not my home I'm just a-passing through
You gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
You gotta come on up to the house
Yeah yeah yeah
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