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Day Overture (Tom Waits 1993)
Ladies and gentlemen, Harry's Harbour Bizarre is proud to present under the Big Top tonight, Human Oddities. That's right, you'll see the three headed baby. You'll see Hitler's brain. See Lea Graff the German midget who sat in J.P. Morgan's lap. You'll see Priscilla Bajano the monkey woman. Jo Jo the dog face boy and Milton Malone, the human skeleton. That's right ladies and gentlemen, See Grace McDaniel's the mule faced woman and she's the homeliest woman in the world. Under the Big Top tonight, never before seen and if you have a heart condition, please be warned. Don't forget to visit our snack bar at Charleston Grotto. All sales are final void where prohibited by law You'll see Sealo the seal boy who has flippers for arms. You'll see Johnny Eck, the man born without a body, he walks on his hands. He has his own orchestra and is an excellent pianist. See Gerd Bessler, the human pincusion and don't forget, it's ladies' night here at Harry's Harbour Bizarre. You'll see Ko Ko the bird girl, Mortando, the human fountain. Step a little a little closer ladies and gentlemen and don't be shy. Dig deep in your pockets. You'll see Radion, the human torso deep from the jungles of Africa Ladies and gentlemen, Harry's Harbour Bizarre, ladies and gentlemen

The Black Rider (Tom Waits 1993)
Wait a minute, wait a minute here Come on along with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Lay down in the web of the black spider I'll drink your blood like wine So come on in it ain't no sin Take off your skin and dance around your bones So come along with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Hey hold on there little sheriff, have your tickets ready You just come on along Anchors away with the Black Rider I'll drink your blood like wine I'll drop you off in Harlem with the Black Rider Out where the bullets shine And when you're done you cock your gun The blood will run like ribbons through your hair Just come on along with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Have your tickets ready, see the dog faced boy Pay little sheriff Well just come on along with the Black Rider I've got just the thing for thee Come on along with the Black Rider I want your company Well I think I'll have the veal A lovely meal, that's how I feel Oh may I use your skull for a bowl? Just come on along with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old, we'll have a gay old We'll have a gay old, we'll have a gay old, We'll have a gay old time Walk right up, have your tickets ready Step right up, have your tickets ready Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you Your too kind

November (Tom Waits 1993)
No shadows, no stars There's no moon and no cars, November It only believes in a pile of dead leaves And a moon that's the color of bone No prayers for November to linger longer Stick your spoon in the wall and we'll slaughter them all November has tied me to an old dead tree Get word to April to rescue me November's cold chain made of wet boots and rain Shiny black ravens on chimney smoke lanes November seems odd, you're my firing squad, November With my hair slicked back with carrion shellac With the blood from a pheasant and the bone from a hare Tied to the branches of a roebuck stag Left to wave in the timber like a buck shot flag Go away you rainsnout Go away, blow your brains out, November

Just The Right Bullets (Tom Waits 1993)
There is a light in the forest There's a face in the tree I'll pull you out of the chorus And the first one's always free You can never go a hunting With just a flintlock and a hound You won't go home with a bunting If you blow a hundred rounds It takes much more than wild courage Or you'll hit just the tattered clouds You must have just the right bullets And the first one's always free You must be careful in the forest Broken glass and rusty nails If you're to bring back something for us I have bullets for sale Why be a fool when you can chase away Your blind and your gloom I have blessed each one of these bullets And they shine just like a spoon To have sixty silver wishes Is a small price to pay They'll be your private little fishes And they'll never swim away I just want you to be happy That's my only little wish I'll fix your wagon and your musket And the spoon will have it's dish And I shudder at the thought of your Poor empty hunter's pouch So I'll keep the wind from your barrel And bless the roof of your house

T'ain't No Sin (Tom Waits 1993)
When you hear sweet syncopation And the music softly moans T'ain't no sin to take off your skin And dance around in your bones When it gets too hot for comfort And you can't get ice cream cones T'ain't no sin to take off your skin And dance around your bones Just like those bamboo babies Down in the South Sea tropic zone T'ain't no sin to take off your skin And dance around your bones When you hear sweet syncopation And the music softly moans T'ain't no sin to take off your skin And dance around in your bones When it gets too hot for comfort And you can't get ice cream cones T'ain't no sin to take off your skin And dance around your bones Just like those bamboo babies Down in the South Sea tropic zone T'ain't no sin to take off your skin And dance around your bones

That's The Way (Tom Waits/William Burroughs 1993)
That's the way the stomach rumbles That's the way the bee bumbles That's the way the needle pricks That's the way the glue sticks That's the way the potato mashes That's the way the pan flashes That's the way the market crashes That's the way the whip lashes That's the way the teeth knashes That's the way the gravy stains That's the way the moon wanes

The Briar And The Rose (Tom Waits 1993)
I fell asleep down by the stream And there I had the strangest dream Down by Brennan's Glenn there grows The briar and the rose There's a tree in the forest But I don't know where And I built a nest out of your hair Climbing up into the air The briar and the rose I don't know how long it has been But I was born in Brennan's Glenn Near the end of spring there grows A briar and the rose Picked the rose one early morn Pricked my finger on a thorn It had grown so close It's winding wove the briar around the rose I tried to tear them both apart I felt a bullet in my heart And all dressed up in springs new clothes The briar and the rose When I'm buried in my grave Tell me so I will know Your tears will fall To make love grow The briar and the rose When I'm buried in my grave Tell me so I will know Your tears will fall To make them grow The briar and the rose Your tears will fall To make them grow The briar and the rose

I'll Shoot the Moon (Tom Waits 1993)
I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you baby I'll be the pennies on your eyes for you baby I want to take you out to the fair Here is a red rose ribbon for your hair I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you baby I'll shoot the moon for you A vulture circles over your head for you baby I'll be the flowers after you're dead for you baby I want to build a nest in your hair I want to kiss you and never be there I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you baby I'll shoot the moon for you Ah, you know I love you baby So why don't you call me? You know my number, 392 7704, call anytime, ah I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you baby I'll shoot the moon for you I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you baby I'll be the flowers after you're dead for you baby I want to build a nest in your hair I want to kiss you and never be there I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you baby I'll shoot the moon for you

Flash Pan Hunter (Tom Waits/William Burroughs 1993)
The flash pan hunter sways with the wind And his rifle is the sound of the morning Each sulfurous bullet must have it's own wit And each cartridge comes with a warning Beware of elaborate telescopic meat It will find their way back to the forest For Wilhelm can't wait to be Peg Leg's crown And the briar is strangling the rose back down His back shall be my slender new branch It will bend, it will sway in the breeze As the devil does his polka With a hatchet in his hand As a sniper in the branches of the trees As the vulture flutters down The snake sheds his dove Wilhelm's cutting off his fingers So they'll fit into the glove For Wilhelm can't wait to be Peg Leg's crown And the briar is strangling the rose back down The briar is strangling the rose back down

Crossroads (Tom Waits/William Burroughs 1993)
Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with There's bad blood in him someway and he got into the magic bullets And that leads straight to Devil's work, just like marijuana leads to heroin You think you can take them bullets or leave 'em, do you? Just save a few for your bad days Well, well we all have those bad days when we can't hit it for shit And the more of them magics you use, the more bad days you have without them So it comes down to finally all your days being bad without the bullets It's magics or nothing Time to stop chippying around and kidding yourself, kid, you're hooked, heavy as lead And that's where old George found himself out there at the crossroads Molding the Devil's bullets Now a man figures it's his bullets, so it will take what he wants But it don't always work out that way You see, some bullets is special for a single target A certain stag, or a certain person And no matter where you aim, that's where the bullet will end up And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's wand And points where the bullet wants to go (George Schmid was moving in a series of convulsive spasms Like someone with an epileptic fit With his face contorted and his eyes wild like a lassoed horse bracing his legs But something kept pulling him on. And now he is picking up the skulls and making a circle) I guess old George didn't rightly know what he's getting himself into The fit was on him and it carried him right to the crossroads

Gospel Train (Tom Waits 1993)
Come on people got to get on board Train is leavin' and there's all room for one more God, don't listen to the devil he got ways to move you This train don't carry no smokers This train Well, come on people 'Cause it's startin' to rain Get on board, it's the gospel train, yeah Don't listen to the devil now People don't listen to the devil Satan will fool you Satan will fool you I said Satan will fool you Well, this train don't carry no smokers This train, this train Wooo, wooo, wooo Come on people get on board Train is leavin' and there's room for one more Just trust in the Lord Wooo, wooo

Lucky Day (Tom Waits 1993)
The prettiest girl in all the world Is in a little Spanish town But I left her for a Bonnie lass And I told her I'd see her around But that Bonnie lass and her heart of glass Would not hold a candle to bumming around So don't cry for me cause I'm going away I'll be back some lucky day Well tell the boys back home that I'm doing just fine I've left my troubles and woe So sing about me for I can't come home I've many many many more miles to go Why, there's Miss Kelsey, she taught dance at our school And old Johnny O'Toole I still beat you at pool So don't cry for me for I'm going away And I'll be back some lucky day Well when I was a boy my daddy sat me on his knee And he told me, he told me many things And he said son, there's a lot of things in this world That you're gonna have no use for And when you get blue and you've lost all your dreams There's nothin' like a campfire and a can of beans Why, there's Miss Kelsey she taught dance at our school And old Johnny O'Toole I'll still beat you at pool So don't cry for me for I'm going away And I'll be back some lucky day So don't cry for me for I'm going away And I'll be back some lucky day

The Last Rose Of Summer (Tom Waits 1993)
I love the way the tattered clouds Go wind across the sky As summer goes and leaves me With a tear in my eye I'm taking out my winter clothes My garden knows what's wrong The petals of my favorite rose Be in the shadows dark and long Though every year it's very clear I should be carrying on But I can be found in the garden Singing this song When the last rose of summer is gone The last rose of summer is gone, gone