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white spades hangin' on the telephone wire,
gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line
You'll never recognize
yourself on Heartattack and Vine.
Doctor lawyer beggar man thief,
Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief,
If you want a taste of madness,
you'll have to wait in line
You'll probably see someone you know
on Heartattack and Vine.
Boney's high on china white,
shorty found a punk,
don't you know there ain't no devil,
there's just god when he's drunk,
Well this stuff will probably kill you,
let's do another line
What you say you meet me down
on Heartattack and Vine.
See that little jersey girl in the see-through top,
with the peddle pushers
sucking on a soda pop
Well I bet she's still a virgin
but it's only twenty-five 'til nine
You can see a million of 'em
on Heartattack and Vine.
Better off in iowa against your scrambled eggs,
than crawling down Cahuenga
on a broken pair of legs
You'll find your ignorance is blissful
every goddamn time
You're waitin' for the RTD
on Heartattack and Vine.
See that little jersey girl in the see-through top,
with the peddle pushers
sucking on a soda pop
Well I bet she's still a virgin
but it's only twenty-five 'til nine
...but in this one you can't hear the spit spraying on Tom Waits' microphone. That's a big loss.
"I'm not sure if one needs to be "coherent" or "focused" when singing it."
It depends on whether the listener wants to be holding onto that greasy bottle of Night Train or swimming in it.
De gustibus non disputandum est, baby!
c.
Waits is a genius street poet and songwriter but his voice is 'challenging' and sadly a taste I never acquired, but I do like covers by good singers of his work, and this is a corker which oozes sleaze from every syllable :o)
...but in this one you can't hear the spit spraying on Tom Waits' microphone. That's a big loss.
When Waits recorded this tune (1980) he was still relatively esoteric, or at least far from resting on any sort of laurels. To me, this version seems sterile and cold by comparison and given the subject matter of the song, I'm not sure if one needs to be "coherent" or "focused" when singing it.
"I'm not sure if one needs to be "coherent" or "focused" when singing it."
It depends on whether the listener wants to be holding onto that greasy bottle of Night Train or swimming in it.
De gustibus non disputandum est, baby!
To each his own. Hammond really sells the sleazy come-on of a strip-show barker. It's been quite a while since I've listened to Waits' original but I don't remember it having this kind of raunchy, grinding musical leer.
But you have to raise a glass of cheap rotgut to Tom. He brings to life the greasy, downhill-slide segment of American life. A Springsteen singing about people who don't the time or luxury to dream anymore. Hammond does a great cover, but it's a cover.
Great segue: Tom Wait's "Clap Hands" to this. Bill still has it.
It's safe to say Waits moved Hammond in such a way Hammond felt compelled to contribute. That's what's called "the artistic process".
When Waits recorded this tune (1980) he was still relatively esoteric, or at least far from resting on any sort of laurels. To me, this version seems sterile and cold by comparison and given the subject matter of the song, I'm not sure if one needs to be "coherent" or "focused" when singing it.
To each his own. Hammond really sells the sleazy come-on of a strip-show barker. It's been quite a while since I've listened to Waits' original but I don't remember it having this kind of raunchy, grinding musical leer.
But you have to raise a glass of cheap rotgut to Tom. He brings to life the greasy, downhill-slide segment of American life. A Springsteen singing about people who don't the time or luxury to dream anymore. Hammond does a great cover, but it's a cover.
Great segue: Tom Wait's "Clap Hands" to this. Bill still has it.
Not that this is a bad cover but I thought something was off when this first came on..
It's just not the same without the sound of Waits spitting in the mic.
Yep, but it's also better!
Waits is a genius street poet and songwriter but his voice is 'challenging' and sadly a taste I never acquired, but I do like covers by good singers of his work, and this is a corker which oozes sleaze from every syllable :o)
A band that knows how to get this dirty is always welcome
I've seen him a few times, but the last time was at least 10 years ago. I loved his shows - he can carry a room by himself quite well.
don't you know there ain't no devil,
there's just god when he's drunk,
Typical Waits.
"given the subject matter of the song, I'm not sure if one needs to be coherent or focused when singing it."
You're not sure. But you want to be.
Lose your friends "coherent" and "focused" an' I'll meet you at that corner with a bottle of Night Train. We'll get your inner Tom unleashed.
Par-TAY.
C'mon, man, keep up: "coherent" and "focused" are your "friends" — or at least two of your reasons for preferring this sober cover to Tom's inebriated original. Nice set-up on that scooter though.
Par-TAY.
That's just plain old amazing.
When Waits recorded this tune (1980) he was still relatively esoteric, or at least far from resting on any sort of laurels. To me, this version seems sterile and cold by comparison and given the subject matter of the song, I'm not sure if one needs to be coherent or focused when singing it.
"given the subject matter of the song, I'm not sure if one needs to be coherent or focused when singing it."
You're not sure. But you want to be.
Lose your friends "coherent" and "focused" an' I'll meet you at that corner with a bottle of Night Train. We'll get your inner Tom unleashed.
Par-TAY.
The entire album is all Tom Waits' compositions. A tribute of sorts.
Tom Waits gets production credits and his picture in the CD booklet notes.
Overall a very good album.
I am sure that my preference is going to invoke a shit-storm
but generally I prefer the John Hammond covers to the Tom Waits originals. John is more coherent, focused and forceful than Tom who has rested too long on his laurels as the Crown Prince von Debauchery und Decay.
When Waits recorded this tune (1980) he was still relatively esoteric, or at least far from resting on any sort of laurels. To me, this version seems sterile and cold by comparison and given the subject matter of the song, I'm not sure if one needs to be "coherent" or "focused" when singing it.
I am sure that my preference is going to invoke a shit-storm
but generally I prefer the John Hammond covers to the Tom Waits originals. John is more coherent, focused and forceful than Tom who has rested too long on his laurels as the Crown Prince von Debauchery und Decay.
Eureka!!! A cure for insomnia at last!!
what about Waits?
I am sure that my preference is going to invoke a shit-storm
but generally I prefer the John Hammond covers to the Tom Waits originals. John is more coherent, focused and forceful than Tom who has rested too long on his laurels as the Crown Prince von Debauchery und Decay.
Holy mother of Pearl, I have got to hear that.
(two minutes later): yeah, that was pretty good...at least the bit that iTunes let you listen to for free. I was hoping Jay would scream and wail some. He really goes to town in "Alligator Wine" and of course "I Put a Spell on You."
Still, John Hammond's version of "Heartattack and Vine" is my fave. Just the right mix of cynicism and carny barker.
what about Waits?
The Screamin J Hawkins version of this song really captures the grit of the subject
Cleavose wrote:
Actually, it makes me laugh every time I hear it, God speed Jay.
Holy mother of Pearl, I have got to hear that.
(two minutes later): yeah, that was pretty good...at least the bit that iTunes let you listen to for free. I was hoping Jay would scream and wail some. He really goes to town in "Alligator Wine" and of course "I Put a Spell on You."
Still, John Hammond's version of "Heartattack and Vine" is my fave. Just the right mix of cynicism and carny barker.
Spittle....Just not the same without it.
LOL!
Yep. Fine guitar but no cover does justice to Waits.
Originality?
Exactly
Spittle....Just not the same without it.
The Screamin J Hawkins version of this song really captures the grit of the subject
Actually, it makes me laugh every time I hear it, God speed Jay.
The Screamin J Hawkins version of this song really captures the grit of the subject
Originality?
Lacks Tom.
The entire album is all Tom Waits' compositions. A tribute of sorts.
Here's one:
Oh, you meant a cover version of this song performed by Mantovani...
Seconded. This ain't bad but it's hard to top Tom's "Drunken Sylvester" original.
Lacks Tom.
Yeah, I've been a fan of Waits since the release of "Heart of Saturday Night" but I've gotten to the point where I just can't tell what he's doing these days.
I drove 5 hours to see Tom last summer and by the time the show was over I was positive that it was some kind of a joke... unfortunately the only logical conclusion was that I was in fact the butt of the joke.
Norah Jones has PLENTY of attitude. Listen to the group El Madmo (yeah, that's Norah Jones singing "Rock Your Balls Off"!)
Coldly honest about the darkest corners of life, but still pretty sure the world's not really such a bad place.
Quoted for the truth
I prefer this version. Tom Waits writes great stuff, but he's a little hard to understand. Hammond brings all the emotion without sacrificing clarity.
Yeah, I've been a fan of Waits since the release of "Heart of Saturday Night" but I've gotten to the point where I just can't tell what he's doing these days.
This is a great cover, I like the Chicago blues feel to the guitar.
I prefer this version. Tom Waits writes great stuff, but he's a little hard to understand. Hammond brings all the emotion without sacrificing clarity.
Coldly honest about the darkest corners of life, but still pretty sure the world's not really such a bad place.
I guess they call that having a sense of humor.
Nice cover.
The album is mostly Tom Waits covers—I actually think Tom had a hand in some of the production as well. Good stuff.
Ditto. Great sigue, Bill
You mean ''segue.'' This really is the post-literate generation.