Red Shoes, Big Time, Tom Waits [145]

From her discussion with us back on Blue Valentine, we welcome back special correspondent Elizabeth Sankey to discuss the process of reinterpretation and translation of songs from studio-to-live settings. Meanwhile, elsewhere in Song by Song Towers, Martin and Sam talk about the textural shift in performances, more loss of meaning in the storytelling, as well as the brilliance of the Big Time band. 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: Red Shoes, Big Time, 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 - Red Shoes She wore red shoes by the newsstand The rain splashed the nickel It spilled like chablis all along the midway There's a little bluejay Wearing red shoes on a sad night One straw in a root beer A compact with a cracked mirror A bottle of evening in Paris perfume What is this sad tune He told her to wait in by the magazines For he told her to wait for the magazines Bring a raincoat Bring a suitcase Bring your dark eyes Wear those red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes There's a dark huddle at the bus stop Umbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet Caesar got caught Little Caesar got caught going down to second Little Caesar got caught going down to second He was cooled Changing stations on the chamber to steal a diamond ring from a jewelry store for his baby He loved the way she looked in those red shoes He loved the way she looked in those red shoes He loved the way she looked in those red shoes Red shoes red shoes You got to meet me tonight by the drugstore baby Meet me tonight by the drugstore baby Going out tonight Going out tonight wear those red shoes Going out tonight put on those red shoes Going out tonight put on those red shoes Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes Now the hounds splash the nickel full of soldiers Now Santa Claus is drunk in the ski room And it's Christmas Eve in a sad café When the moon gets it's way There's a little blue jay by the news-stand Wearing red shoes She wearing red shoes You got to meet me tonight by the drugstore baby Meet me tonight by the drugstore baby Going out tonight Put on your red shoes Put on your red shoes Put on your red shoes Put on your red shoes Put on your red shoes Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes Red shoes Put on your red shoes baby Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes