Please Call Me Baby.

[Lloydy]

This is from the Tom Waits album "The Heart of Saturday Night"
The album is, for me, faultless. Wait's writes the kind of lyrics most people would gladly chop limbs off to be able to write like. Ok, he has a voice like gravel in can and is tuneless for much of the time - he's a vocalist, not a singer, but that's what give his music the edge. If you're going to sing about the people who drift through sleazy bars then having a voice matured in tobacco and whiskey sounds right to me.
Dave

Please_Call_Me_Baby

The evening fell just like a star
Left a trail behind
You spit as you slammed out the door
If this is love we're crazy
As we fight like cats and dogs
But I just know there's got to be more

So please call me, baby
Wherever you are
It's too cold to be out walking in the streets
We do crazy things when we're wounded
Everyone's a bit insane
I don't want you catching your death of cold
Out walking in the rain

And I admit that I ain't no angel
I admit that I ain't no saint
I'm selfish and I'm cruel but you're blind
If I exorcise my devils
Well my angels may leave too
When they leave they're so hard to find

So please call me, baby
Wherever you are
It's too cold to be out walking in the streets
We do crazy things when we're wounded
Everyone's a bit insane
I don't want you catching your death of cold
Out walking in the rain

And we're always at each other's throats
You know it drives me up the wall
But most of the time I'm just blowing off steam
And I wish to God you'd leave me
Baby I wish to God you'd stay
Life's so different than it is in your dreams

So please call me, baby
Wherever you are
It's too cold to be out walking in the streets
We do crazy things when we're wounded
Everyone's a bit insane
I don't want you catching your death of cold
Out walking in the rain

 

[Logan]

Tom Watts is pretty good
he sounds kinda like the Cambers Brothers "The Time Has Come Today."

 

[Lloydy]

Yes, Tom Waits is a superb writer, this album is an old one - 1974. But he's still writing some incredible stuff.

Like this off the same album.

Don't you recognise the waitress ?

The Ghosts of Saturday Night
(After Hours at Napoleone's Pizza House)


A cab combs the snake,
Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare,
And a solitary sailor
Who spends the facts of his life
like small change on strangers...

Paws his inside P-coat pocket
for a welcome twenty-five cents,
And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.

Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "Irene"
As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes

And the Texaco beacon burns on,
The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve Special'...
Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil"
"You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil."

The early mornin' final edition's on the stands,
And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands.
Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,
Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents,
Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight,
Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late.

And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond
Across a cash crop car lot
filled with twilight Coupe Devilles,
Leaving the town in a-keeping
Of the one who is sweeping
Up the ghost of Saturday night...

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Damn ! I wish I could write that stuff.......

 

[Wuamei]

Dave:

OK...

..."Baby!"

Seriously, those are good lyrics.

As for his voice, if he has one, he has a big head
start on many of "singers" I've heard.

Then again, I like Bob Dylan.

Victor