Letra de Canción: 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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Por: Tom WaitsThomas Alan Waits nacido en Pomona, California el 7 de diciembre de 1949, es un pianista, cantante, compositor y actor estadounidense. Artista único, ecléctico e inquieto, de voz lijosa, abrigado a la escritura beatnik de William Burroughs o Jack Kerouac y a los sonidos primarios del jazz, el blues, el cabaret, las composiciones pop del Tin Pan Alley, la vanguardia, Lenny Bruce, Harry Partch, Louis Armstrong, el burlesque, Kurt Weill o el rock experimental. Creador y espejo de outsiders dados al alcohol y a la bohemia que pueblan ambientes tan sórdidos como románticos, tan míseros como fascinantes, tan teatrales como reales, Tom Waits es uno de los grandes personajes de la historia del rock, un crooner noctívago del lumpen, de los clubes de barrios bajos henchidos de alcohol y humo. Disco: The Heart Of Saturday Night del Año 1974 |
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