Mutant Rose Posted December 8, 2006 Share Posted December 8, 2006 Certainly not on par with Dylan, Young, or Springsteen, but he's right up there, for sure.I think he's far better than Springsteen.And I do honestly think he's on par with Dylan.It's dreamy weather we're onYou waved your crooked wandAlong an icy pond with a frozen moonA murder of silhouette crows I sawAnd the tears on my faceAnd the skates on the pondThey spell AliceI disappear in your nameBut you must wait for meSomewhere across the seaThere's a wreck of a shipYour hair is like meadow grass on the tideAnd the raindrops on my windowAnd the ice in my drinkBaby all I can think of is AliceArithmetic arithmetockTurn the hands back on the clockHow does the ocean rock the boat?How did the razor find my throat?The only strings that hold me hereAre tangled up around the pierAnd so a secret kissBrings madness with the blissAnd I will think of thisWhen I'm dead in my graveSet me adrift and I'm lost over thereAnd I must be insaneTo go skating on your nameAnd by tracing it twiceI fell through the iceOf AliceAnd so a secret kissBrings madness with the blissAnd I will think of thisWhen I'm dead in my graveSet me adrift and I'm lost over thereAnd I must be insaneTo go skating on your nameAnd by tracing it twiceI fell through the iceOf AliceThere's only AliceLittle black girl in a red dressOn a hot night with a broken shoeLittle black girl you shoulda never left homeTheres probly someone thats still waitin up for youIts cold back in chicagoBut in los angeles its worseWhen all you got is $29.00 and an alligator purseI see already that vulture in the fleetwoodWith the shartruse hoodCan see youre trying to get your bearingsAnd you say hey which ways the main stemAnd where ever you say youre fromHell say he grew up there himselfAnd hell comeon and make you feelLike you grew up right next door to himAnd you say take a left on centralAnd he throws it in reverseCause you only got $29.00 and an alligator purseAnd hell come on like a gentlemanAnd youll be a little shyYou say your ex old man was a sax playerHell say baby I used to play bass for slyAnd you say you like his cadillac, say honey I got 2 or 3Hell say sweetheart youre sure fortunateThat you ran into meWhen youve done a dime in the jointYou figure nothin could be worseAnd you got $29.00 in an alligator purseWell he got pharoh on the 8 trackYou start smokin a little booYou thinkin gettin out of chicago was theBest thing ever happened to youBut he aint no good samaritanHell make sure hes reimbursedLot more than $29.00 and an alligator purseNow the sirens just an epilogThe cops always get there to lateThey always stop for coffee on the way to the scene of theCrimeThey always try so hard to look like movie starsThey couldnt catch a coldYou only wasting your dimeAnd shes lucky to be aliveThe doctor whispered to the nurseShe only lost a 1/2 pint of blood$29.00 and an alligator purseWell, Jesus will be hereBe here soonhe's gonna cover us up with leavesWith a blanket from the moonWith a promise and a vowAnd a lullaby for my browJesus gonna be hereBe here soonWell I'm just gonna wait hereI don't have to shoutI have no reason andI have no doubtI'm gonna get myselfUnfurled from this mortal coiled up worldBecause Jesus gonna be hereBe here soonI got to keep my eyes openSo I can see my LordI'm gonna watch the horizonFor a brand new FordI can hear him rolling on down the laneI said Hollywood be thy nameJesus gonna beGonna be here soonWell I've been faithfulAnd I've been so goodExcept for drinkingBut he new that I wouldI'm gonna leave this place betterThan the way I found it wasAnd Jesus gonna be hereBe here soonWell my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive.Now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck, freeway cars and trucks,Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the paradeJust a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer,Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling's getting stronger.And it's six in the morning, gave me no warning; I had to be on my way.Well there's trucks all a-passing me, and the lights are all flashing,I'm on my way home from your place.And now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck, freeway cars and trucks,Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the paradeJust a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer,Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling's getting stronger.And my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive.Now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck,Freeway cars and trucks, freeway cars and trucks, freeway cars and trucks...WOW I am going to have to check this guy out. Dylans voice is nothing spectacular, but he was the last of the great romantic poets and according to many the greatest lyrisist of our time so for you to do this comparison and list what you did makes me want to check him out. What album would you suggest as a first? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nameless_girl Posted December 8, 2006 Share Posted December 8, 2006 Don't you lot think that Waits is actually a lot more creatively versatile than Dylan? I've always been of that opinion. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bax Posted December 9, 2006 Share Posted December 9, 2006 He's definitely up there somewhere-as previously stated it's hard to be objective about these things. No one has mentioned The Heart of Saturday Night though-pure genious. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Estranged Reality Posted December 9, 2006 Author Share Posted December 9, 2006 Certainly not on par with Dylan, Young, or Springsteen, but he's right up there, for sure.I think he's far better than Springsteen.And I do honestly think he's on par with Dylan.It's dreamy weather we're onYou waved your crooked wandAlong an icy pond with a frozen moonA murder of silhouette crows I sawAnd the tears on my faceAnd the skates on the pondThey spell AliceI disappear in your nameBut you must wait for meSomewhere across the seaThere's a wreck of a shipYour hair is like meadow grass on the tideAnd the raindrops on my windowAnd the ice in my drinkBaby all I can think of is AliceArithmetic arithmetockTurn the hands back on the clockHow does the ocean rock the boat?How did the razor find my throat?The only strings that hold me hereAre tangled up around the pierAnd so a secret kissBrings madness with the blissAnd I will think of thisWhen I'm dead in my graveSet me adrift and I'm lost over thereAnd I must be insaneTo go skating on your nameAnd by tracing it twiceI fell through the iceOf AliceAnd so a secret kissBrings madness with the blissAnd I will think of thisWhen I'm dead in my graveSet me adrift and I'm lost over thereAnd I must be insaneTo go skating on your nameAnd by tracing it twiceI fell through the iceOf AliceThere's only AliceLittle black girl in a red dressOn a hot night with a broken shoeLittle black girl you shoulda never left homeTheres probly someone thats still waitin up for youIts cold back in chicagoBut in los angeles its worseWhen all you got is $29.00 and an alligator purseI see already that vulture in the fleetwoodWith the shartruse hoodCan see youre trying to get your bearingsAnd you say hey which ways the main stemAnd where ever you say youre fromHell say he grew up there himselfAnd hell comeon and make you feelLike you grew up right next door to himAnd you say take a left on centralAnd he throws it in reverseCause you only got $29.00 and an alligator purseAnd hell come on like a gentlemanAnd youll be a little shyYou say your ex old man was a sax playerHell say baby I used to play bass for slyAnd you say you like his cadillac, say honey I got 2 or 3Hell say sweetheart youre sure fortunateThat you ran into meWhen youve done a dime in the jointYou figure nothin could be worseAnd you got $29.00 in an alligator purseWell he got pharoh on the 8 trackYou start smokin a little booYou thinkin gettin out of chicago was theBest thing ever happened to youBut he aint no good samaritanHell make sure hes reimbursedLot more than $29.00 and an alligator purseNow the sirens just an epilogThe cops always get there to lateThey always stop for coffee on the way to the scene of theCrimeThey always try so hard to look like movie starsThey couldnt catch a coldYou only wasting your dimeAnd shes lucky to be aliveThe doctor whispered to the nurseShe only lost a 1/2 pint of blood$29.00 and an alligator purseWell, Jesus will be hereBe here soonhe's gonna cover us up with leavesWith a blanket from the moonWith a promise and a vowAnd a lullaby for my browJesus gonna be hereBe here soonWell I'm just gonna wait hereI don't have to shoutI have no reason andI have no doubtI'm gonna get myselfUnfurled from this mortal coiled up worldBecause Jesus gonna be hereBe here soonI got to keep my eyes openSo I can see my LordI'm gonna watch the horizonFor a brand new FordI can hear him rolling on down the laneI said Hollywood be thy nameJesus gonna beGonna be here soonWell I've been faithfulAnd I've been so goodExcept for drinkingBut he new that I wouldI'm gonna leave this place betterThan the way I found it wasAnd Jesus gonna be hereBe here soonWell my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive.Now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck, freeway cars and trucks,Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the paradeJust a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer,Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling's getting stronger.And it's six in the morning, gave me no warning; I had to be on my way.Well there's trucks all a-passing me, and the lights are all flashing,I'm on my way home from your place.And now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck, freeway cars and trucks,Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the paradeJust a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer,Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling's getting stronger.And my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive.Now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck,Freeway cars and trucks, freeway cars and trucks, freeway cars and trucks...WOW I am going to have to check this guy out. Dylans voice is nothing spectacular, but he was the last of the great romantic poets and according to many the greatest lyrisist of our time so for you to do this comparison and list what you did makes me want to check him out. What album would you suggest as a first?I would say Rain Dogs, Mule Variations, Alice, and Closing Time are all great to start with. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dead Flower Posted December 9, 2006 Share Posted December 9, 2006 I reckon 'Closing Time' is the best way to start. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nightrain_Kid Posted December 17, 2006 Share Posted December 17, 2006 Im really into Raindogs at the moment, its the perfect mixture of weird and commercial Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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