Depot, Depot, The Heart Of Saturday Night, Tom Waits [021]

Martin and Sam are joined by Tom Waits's close personal friend Isy Suttie to discuss the final tracks of The Heart of Saturday Night. Metaphorical vs literal locations, the romance of working-class life vs the reality, and lying to taxi drivers all feature. 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: www.songbysongpodcast.com twitter: @songbysongpod e-mail: [email protected] Music extracts used for illustrative/review purposes include: Depot, Depot, The Heart of Saturday Night, Tom Waits (1974) End of the Line, Pastel Blues, Nina Simone (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 - Depot, Depot Depot, depot, what am I doing here? Depot, depot, what am I doing here? I ain't coming, I ain't going My confusion is showing And outside the midnight wind is blowing, Sixth Avenue I'm gonna paint myself blue At the depot I watch the taxis pull up and idle I can't claim title to a single memory You offered me a key 'Cause opportunity don't knock Has no tongue as you cannot talk You're gonna shuffle when you walk At the depot This peeping Tom needs a peephole And an up-tempo song To move me along When I find this depot, baby I'm on a roll just like a pool ball, baby I'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe At the depot Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue Ah, tell me what is a poor boy to do? At the depot I'm on a roll just like a pool ball, baby I'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe At the depot Depot