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Tom Waits - Nighthawk Postcards lyrics
there's a blur drizzle down the plateglass as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry night air and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon rollin' maverick across an obsidian sky as the busses go groanin' and wheezin', down on the corner I'm freezin'; on a restless boulevard at a midnight road I'm across town from EASY STREET with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners on the stroll and the buildings towering high above lit like dominoes or black dice all the used car salesmen dressed up in Purina Checkerboard slacks and Foster Grant wrap-around, pacing in front of EARL SCHLEIB $39.95 merchandise like barkers at a shootin' gallery they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine "Hello sucker, we like your money just as well as anybody else's here" or they give you the P.T. Barnum bit "There's a sucker born every minute you just happened to be comin' along at the right time" come over here now you know... all the harlequin sailors are on the stroll in a search of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT," decent factory air and AM-FM dreams and the piss yellow gypsy cabs stacked up in the taxi zones waitin' like pinball machines to be ticking off a joy ride to a magical place waitin' in line like "truckers welcome" diners with dirt lots full of Peterbilts, Kenworths, Jimmy's and the like, and they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over driven under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short but Christ I got my lips around a bottle and my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner standin' on the corner like a "just in town" jasper, on a street corner with a gasper loo |
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