A Sweet Little Bullet from a Pretty Blue Gun, Blue Valentine, Tom Waits [064]

Song by Song welcomes Kit Lovelace, author of Romantic Misadventure, to discuss some of the bleak storytelling on this penultimate track of Blue Valentine. 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: A Sweet Little Bullet from a Pretty Blue Gun, Blue Valentine, Tom Waits (1978) Sapphire Bullets Of Love, Flood, They Might Be Giants (1990) 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 - A Sweet Little Bullet from a Pretty Blue Gun Well it's raining it's pouring you didn't bring a sweater Nebraska will never let you come back home Now on Hollywood and Vine by the Thrifty Mart sign any night I'll be willin to bet there's a young girl with sweet little dreams and pretty blue wishes standin there just gettin all wet Now there's a place off the drag called the Gilbert Hotel and there's a couple letters burned out in the sign and it's better than a bus stop they do good business every time it rains for little girls with nothing in their jeans but pretty blue wishes and sweet little dreams and its raining its pouring the old man is snoring now I lay me down to sleep I hear the sirens in the street all my dreams are made of chrome I have no way to get back home I'd rather die before I wake like Marilyn Monroe and you could throw my dreams out in the street and let the rain make 'em grow now the night clerk he got a club foot he's heard every hard luck story at least a hundred times or more he says check out time is 10 am and thats just what it means go on up the stairs with sweet little wishes and pretty blue dreams and it's raining its pouring and Hollywood's just fine swindle a little girl out of her dreams another letter in the sign now never trust a scarecrow wearin shades after dark be careful of that old bow tie he wears it takes a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun to put those scarlet ribbons in your hair no that ain't no cherry bomb fourth of July's all done just some fool playin that second line from the barrel of a pretty blue gun o that ain't no cherry bomb fourth of July's all done just some fool playin that second line from the barrel of a pretty blue gun