Warm Beer And Cold Women, Nighthawks At The Diner, Tom Waits [030]

As Waits moves away from his standup stylings, Sam, Martin and Catherine discuss the contribution of some of the other performers on the album, the strengths (or lack thereof) in the songwriting as well as the details of the 1970s described in the lyrics. More conversations as well around drinking culture, and the decline of the American dream… all in less than 14 minutes! 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: Warm Beer And Cold Women, Nighthawks At The Diner, Tom Waits (1975) Theme from “Cheers”, The Monitor, Titus Andronicus (2010) 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 - Warm Beer And Cold Women It's warm beer and cold women, no I just don't fit in Every joint I stumbled into tonight, that's just how its been All these double-knit strangers with gin and vermouth And recycled stories, in the naugahyde booths And the platinum blondes and tobacco brunettes I'll just be drinking to forget you, I light another cigarette And the band's playing something by Tammy Wynette And the drinks are on me tonight All my conversations now, I'll just be talking about you, baby I'm boring some sailor as I try to get through I just want him to listen now I say that's all you have to do He said I'm better off without you, until I showed him my tattoo And now the moon's rising, ain't no time to lose Time to get down to drinking, tell the band to play the blues And the drinks are on me I'll buy another round At the last ditch attempt saloon Warm beer and cold women, no I just don't fit in Every joint I stumble into tonight, that's just how it's been All these double-knit strangers with gin and vermouth Receding hairlines, in the naugahyde booths And the platinum blondes and tobacco brunettes I'll just be drinking to forget you, baby, I light a menthol cigarette And the band's playing something by Johnnie Barnette At the last ditch attempt saloon