USA, 1983, singer-songwriter / experimental rock
Tom Waits – Swordfishtrombones: Take an unshaven shuffle through the neon rain, with nothing but a pack of dirty playing cards and a lonely heart. Follow the slow parade drumming down some empty town street, remembering all the dirty details of the neighborhood. Dip into the desert a couple times while you’re at it and take in the snapshots of tragic lives, and if you’re thirsty, drink water from a swordfishtrombone. What the hell is it anyway, and is the water any good? Count the number of parties playing in the heads of people you pass every damn day.
Esoterically gritty, mundanely fantastical, paradoxically self-evident, and simply lovely.
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