Saturday, November 03, 2007

God speaks!

In the beginning there was the Word.

And it was spoken over a cool jazz backing.

If you get through Tom Wait's brilliant spoken word, a song awaits, introduced thus:

"Y'know... this is kinda a torch song, it was written primarily for the piano and fire extinguisher... [sings] Warm beer, cold women, no I just don't fit in ..."



"It's like pissing in the wind... you got step back or you'll get it all over your slacks... I never drink when I drive, I might might spill something on my sports short..." — Mr Tom Waits.

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