The Heart of Saturday Night, The Heart of Saturday Night, Tom Waits [018]

Sam, Martin and Alice arrive at the album's title track, and discover that the Heart of Saturday Night is perhaps something a little less grand than one might imagine. Stumbling through the surprises, the accidental encounters and the distant relatives dropping calling without warning all prove a heady night's entertainment. 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: The Heart of Saturday Night, The Heart of Saturday Night, Tom Waits (1974) The Heart of Saturday Night, On The Scene '73 KPFK Folk Scene Broadcast, Tom Waits (1973) 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 - The Heart of Saturday Night Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile Barreling down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday night And you got paid on Friday, your pockets are jingling Then you see the lights and you get all tingling Cause you're cruising with a six You're looking for the heart of Saturday night Then you comb your hair, you shave your face Trying to wipe out every trace Of all the other days in the week You know that this'll be the Saturday you're reaching your peak Stopping on the red, you're going on the green Cause tonight will be like nothing you've ever seen And you're barreling down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday night Tell me, is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin Is it the barmaid that's smiling from the corner of her eye Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of quiver down in the core Cause you're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before And now you're stumbling You're stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night You gassed her up and you're behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile Barreling down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday night Is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin And the barmaid is smiling from the corner of her eye Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of special down in the core And you're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before It's found you stumbling Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night And you're stumbling Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night