Tom Traubert's Blues (Four Sheets To The Wind In Copenhagen), Small Change, Tom Waits [036]

Sam and Martin welcome Night Vale writer Jeffrey Cranor to this first track from season four of Song by Song, ploughing straight into Waits's Aussie-faux-bo song with instant disagreement and conflict. It's good to be back... Duality of tone and meaning, the unknowability of Danish lyricism and the lure of the open road all feature in the discussion, as well as our putative Waits Theme Pub. 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: Tom Traubert’s Blues (Four Sheets To The Wind In Copenhagen), Small Change, Tom Waits (1976) Fyn Er Fin, Fyn Er Fin, Lasse & Mathilde (1995) 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 - Tom Taubert’s Blues Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did I got what I paid for now See ya tomorrow, hey Frank can I borrow a couple of bucks from you, to go Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley and I'm tired of all these soldiers here no one speaks English, and everything's broken and my Stacys are soaking wet to go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me now the dogs are barking and the taxi cabs parking a lot they can do for me I begged you to stab me you tore my shirt open and I'm down on my knees tonight Old Bushmills I staggered, you buried the dagger in your silhouette window light to go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me now I've lost my St. Christopher now that I've kissed her and the one-armed bandit knows, and the maverick Chinaman, and the cold-blooded signs and the girls down by the strip tease shows go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me no I don't want your sympathy the fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories They want a piece of the action anyhow go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me and you can ask any sailor and the keys from the jailer and the old men in wheelchairs know that Matilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred and she follows wherever you may go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me and it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace and a wound that will never heal no prima donna, the perfume is on an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey and goodnight to the street sweepers the night watchman flame keepers and goodnight Matilda, too