9th & Hennepin, Big Time [film], Tom Waits [167]

Song by Song's roaming poet Ross Sutherland (of the Imaginary Advice podcast) returns to discuss the umbrella-based rooftop iteration of this terrifying dream poem. Looking at some of the logistical and emotional elements of the recording, we also embark on a soup-based metaphor for the film as a whole. It's great guys, another totally coherent bit of musical analysis. Song by Song is Martin Zaltz Austwick and Sam Pay; two musicians listening to and discussing every single Tom Waits track in chronological order. website: songbysongpodcast.com twitter: @songbysongpod e-mail: [email protected] Music extracts used for illustrative/review purposes include: 9th & Hennepin, Big Time (film), Tom Waits (1988) We think your Song by Song experience will be enhanced by hearing, in full, the songs featured in the show, which you can get hold of from your favourite record shop or online platform. Please support artists by buying their music, or using services which guarantee artists a revenue - listen responsibly. Lyrics - 9th & Hennepin We're going to do you a little story here This is about a place in Minneapolis, Minnesota It's one of those dreams where everyone you never wanted to see again Showed up Aw it's Uncle Phil over there, shit I owe him plenty o'money This is about a street corner Called 9th and Hennepin All the donuts have  Names that sound like prostitutes And the moon's teeth marks are  On the sky like a tarp thrown out over all of this And the horses are coming down Violin Road And Dutch is dead on his feet And the steam comes out of the grill like  The whole goddamned town is ready to blow Yeah. Yeah. And Dutch is dead on his feet And everyone is behaving like dogs And the rooms all smell like diesel And you take on the  Dreams of the ones who have slept here And I'm lost in the window  I hang in the stairway I hide in the curtain And tonight I will sleep in your hat And no one brings anything  Small into a bar around here They all started out with bad directions And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear One for every year he's away she said One for every year he's away she said One for every year he's away she said Ah, there's nothing wrong with her that $100 won't fix, she has a razor sadness  That only gets worse With the clang and the thunder of the  Southern Pacific railroad going by And I've seen it  All through the yellow windows  Of the evening train