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Evenings with Tom Waits
My girlfriend and I are separated by many things - but we are also connected by much.
We both love "our" Tom Waits, and it has become a tradition for Martina to play "Time" by him when we sit together.
We listen, moved, to his lived-in, rough voice and let time pass in review.
How often has this song witnessed our emotional rollercoasters!
We had fallen in love or out of love, the teachers graded us fairly or unfairly, our four-handed piano playing sounded so beautiful that it brought us to tears - or our hands simply couldn't find each other, which also made the tears roll.
The beloved didn't want to call - and the guarded phone remained silent - whereupon the innocent thing on the wall was smashed.
And Tom sang, with a cracked voice, yet unbroken wisdom:
And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train.
you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away.
and the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget.
that history puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off,
but these mama's boys just don't know when to quit.
and mathilda asks the sailors "are
We both love "our" Tom Waits, and it has become a tradition for Martina to play "Time" by him when we sit together.
We listen, moved, to his lived-in, rough voice and let time pass in review.
How often has this song witnessed our emotional rollercoasters!
We had fallen in love or out of love, the teachers graded us fairly or unfairly, our four-handed piano playing sounded so beautiful that it brought us to tears - or our hands simply couldn't find each other, which also made the tears roll.
The beloved didn't want to call - and the guarded phone remained silent - whereupon the innocent thing on the wall was smashed.
And Tom sang, with a cracked voice, yet unbroken wisdom:
And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train.
you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away.
and the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget.
that history puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off,
but these mama's boys just don't know when to quit.
and mathilda asks the sailors "are
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