Whistle Down the Wind (for Tom Jans), Bone Machine, Tom Waits [200]

We're at another anniversary, as guest host Scary Boots joins Sam & Martin for our bicentennial episode (muttermutter-onefromtheheart-mutter-nightonearth-muttermutter-whataboutthefilms-muttermutter) taking a look at this mournful ballad to locale and lost opportunity. Listening to the work of Tom Jans and thinking about what the dedication of a song means, we get a bit reflective about our own responses to music as an audience and a podcast. 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: Whistle Down the Wind, Bone Machine, Tom Waits (1992) The Eyes Of An Only Child, The Eyes Of An Only Child, Tom Jans (1975) 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 - Whistle Down the Wind I've grow up here now all of my life But I dreamed  Someday I'd go Where blue eyed girls And red guitars and  Naked rivers flow I'm not all I thought I'd be I always stayed around I've been as far as Mercy and Grand Frozen to the ground I can't stay here and I'm scared to leave (Just kiss me once and then)  I'll go to hell I might as well  Be whistlin' down the wind The bus at the corner The clock's on the wall Broken windmill There's no wind at all I've yelled and I've cursed If I stay here I'll rust I'm stuck like a shipwreck  Out here in the dust Sky is red And the world's on fire And the corn is taller than me The dog is tied  To a wagon of rain And the road is as wet as the sea And sometimes the music from a dance  Will carry across the plains And the places that I'm dreaming of Do they dream only of me? There are places where they never sleep And the circus never ends So I will take the Marley Bone Coach And Whistle down the wind