USA, 1978, singer-songwriter

Tom WaitsBlue 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.

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  1. 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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