Clap Hands, Rain Dogs, Tom Waits [108]

Returning for a second week of live shows, Helen, John, Sam, Martin and the rest of our London Podcast Festival audience dig into the next track from Waits’s 1985 album Rain Dogs. With discussion of intertextuality with songs from the 1960s, debate around culture vs cultural reference, as well as some of the sexual extremity of Waits breakfast choices, Song by Song continues with season 10. 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: Clap Hands, Rain Dogs, Tom Waits (1985) The Clapping Song, The Clapping Song… and more, Shirley Ellis (2016/1965) 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 - Clap Hands Sane, sane, they're all insane The fireman's blind, the conductor's lame A Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands. Clap hands Clap hands. Clap hands Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more Moon in the window, a bird on the pole Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands. Clap hands Clap hands. Clap hands Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty dollar bill inside of Palladin's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more Moon in the window, a bird on the pole Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands. Clap hands Clap hands. Clap hands Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to Heaven in a little row boat Clap hands. Clap hands Clap hands. Clap hands