Telephone Call From Istanbul, Franks Wild Years, Tom Waits [140]

Heading into the closing tracks of Franks Wild Years, Sam and Martin debate the change of locations in Waits's songwriting from this era, scrunchy chords in relation to atonality, and the relationship of intention & accident in art. Also, a small dog finding the World Cup. 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: Telephone Call From Istanbul, Franks Wild Years, Tom Waits (1987) Istanbul (Not Constantinople), 16 Most Requested Songs, The Four Lads (1953) 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 - Telephone Call From Istanbul All night long on the broken glass livin in a medicine chest mediteromanian hotel back sprawled across a roll top desk the monkey rode the blade on an overhead fan they paint the donkey blue if you pay I got a telephone call from Istanbul my baby's coming home today will you sell me one of those if I shave my head get me out of town, is what fireball said never trust a man in a blue trench coat never drive a car when you're dead Saturday's a festival Friday's a gem dye your hair yellow and raise your hem follow me to beulah's on dry creek road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed take me down to buy a tux on red rose bear got to cut a hole in the day I got a telephone call from Istanbul my baby's coming home today