More Than Rain, Big Time [film], Tom Waits [169]

Lily Sloane returns to give a more nuanced and informed assessment of Waits's repression of feelings, as we revisit the heartbreak, loss and loneliness of this song. With some discussion of his singing technique as well as the lyrical changes, we head towards the final tracks of this extended season of Song by Song. 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: More Than Rain, 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 - More Than Rain Um This is um, this is about all the bad days in the world I used to have some little bad days And I kept 'em in a little box And one day I threw them out into the yard Oh, its just a couple little innocent bad days Well, we had a big rain I don't know what it was growing in But I think we used to put eggshells out there and coffee grounds too Anyway, don't plant your bad days, they grow into weeks The weeks grow into months, before you know it you got yourself a bad year Take it from me Choke those little bad days Choke em down to nothing They're your days, choke em You choke my days, I'll choke yours Alright. It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight It's more than thunder, it's more than thunder And it's more than a bad dream now that I'm sober Nothing but sad times, nothing but sad times None of our pockets are lined with gold Nobody's caught the bouquet (nobody even caught the bouquet) We're on the darkest stretch of the road I'm driving crazily home And it's more than trouble I've got myself into It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now None of our pockets are lined with gold Nobody's caught the bouquet (nobody even caught the bouquet) We're on the darkest stretch of the road We're driving crazily home, crazily And it's more than goodbye I have to say to you It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now And it's more than goodbye I have to say to you It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now