Скачать с ютуб Tom Waits - BURMA SHAVE - San Remo (live) 1986 в хорошем качестве

Tom Waits - BURMA SHAVE - San Remo (live) 1986

Tom Waits sings BURMA SHAVE, recorded live at San Remo Festival, November 22, 1986, Club Tenco, Teatro Ariston, San Remo Italy. Greg Cohen on upright bass. Aired on Italian television by RAI DUE. BURMA SHAVE - lyrics Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town Took the one eyed-jacks across the railroad tracks And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through He's a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave But the cops they never think to look in Burma-Shave And the road was like a ribbon and the moon was like a bone And he didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever known He kind of looked like Farley Granger with his hair slicked back She says, I'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat She said How far are you going? Said depends on what you mean Cause I’m only stopping here to get some gasoline And I guess I'm going thataway just as long as it's paved And I guess you'd say I'm on my way to Burma Shave She put her knees up on the glove compartment She took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like root beer And she popped her gum and arched her back She says there is really nothing but a wide spot in the road Some nights my heart pounds like thunder I don't know why it don't explode 'Cause everyone in this stinking town has got one foot in the grave And I'd rather take my chances out in Burma Shave He said Presley's what I go by, why don't you change the stations? Count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror She said mister, anywhere you point this thing It got to beat the hell out of the sting Of going to bed with every dream that that dies here every mornin' And so drill me a hole with a barber pole And I'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight Why don't you have another swig and pass that car if you're so brave I wanna get there before the sun comes up in Burma Shave And the spiderweb crack and the mustang screamed The smoke from the tires and the twisted machine And just a nickel's worth of dreams was all they could save It was swindled from them on the way to Burma Shave And when sun hit the derrick and cast a batwing shadow Up against the car door on the shotgun side And when they pulled her from the wreck She still had on her shades They say that dreams are growing wild Just this side Of Burma Shave