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Amos Tori
Strange Little Girls
(Waits)
Tom Waits - from âRain Dogsâ (1985)
Well, the smart moneyâs on Harlow
And the moon is in the street
The shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And youâre east of East St. Louis
And the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon
His invisible fiance is in the mirror
The band is going home
Itâs raining hammers, itâs raining nails
Yes, itâs true, thereâs nothing left for him down here
Chorus:
And itâs Time Time Time
And itâs Time Time Time
And itâs Time Time Time
That you love
And itâs Time Time Time
And they all pretend theyâre Orphans
And their memoryâs like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you canât remember
Tell the things you canât forget that
History puts a saint in every dream
Well she said sheâd stick around
Until the bandages came off
But these mamas boys just donât know when to quit
And Matilda asks the sailors are those dreams
Or are those prayers
So just close your eyes, son
And this wonât hurt a bit
Chorus
Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars
And splash into the streets
And when sheâs on a roll she pulls a razor
From her boot and a thousand
Pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window
And a kiss upon his lips
Till the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off till I come back again