Drunk on the Moon, The Heart of Saturday Night, Tom Waits [022]

Back from the Christmas break, Isy Suttie rejoins Martin and Sam to examine some of the connective tissue between Waits and his influences and peers. Discussing the relationship between artist, music and listener in live and recorded settings, as well as some of his early experiences touring, 2016 starts with a bang as we... wind down season 2. That's the right tone to strike for the New Year, right? 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: Drunk On The Moon, The Heart of Saturday Night, Tom Waits (1974) Friday The 13th, Thelonius Monk & Sonny Rollins, Monk/Rollins, (1954) 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 - Drunk On The Moon Tight-slack clad girls on the graveyard shift 'Neath the cement stroll, catch the midnight drift Cigar chewing Charlie in that newspaper nest Grifting hot horse tips on who's running the best And I'm blinded by the neon Don't try and change my tune Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon And the moon's a silver slipper, it's pouring champagne stars And Broadway's(8) like a serpent pulling shiny top-down cars Laramer is teeming with that undulating beat And some Bonneville is screaming, it's way wilder down the street And I'm blinded by the neon Don't try and change my tune I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon Hearts flutter and race, the moon's on the wane Tarts mutter their dream hopes the night will ordain Come schemers and dancers, cherry delight As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound, and it cuts through the night And I've hawked all my yesterdays Don't try and change my tune Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon