USA, 1978, singer-songwriter
Tom Waits – Blue Valentine: It’s Thursday night and close enough to the weekend for a drink. Besides, a little fire in your belly might shake off this damp chill. All her usual bull and excuses and best intentions are scribbled on a rain-soaked postcard in your mailbox. You take it and climb the stairs on dreams, and after your drink, you think you might fall asleep if only the sirens would start.
One of my favorite of his, as comforting as warm alcohol on a cold night, as familiar as the blanket on my bed, and perfect to listen to with both the drink and the blanket.
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