I had a dream where i asked tom waits his opinion on resins and marketting and people who’s dad’s get them jobs, about surfing and surfboards and arizona and china and humans and he just said
Oh that the monkey can climb
The more he shows his tail
Call no man happy 'til he dies
There’s no milk at the bottom of the pail
God builds a church
The devil builds a chapel
Like the thistles that are growing
'round the thrunk of a tree
All the good in the world
You can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me
If there’s one thing you can say
About Mankind
There’s nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again
Misery’s the River of the World
Misery’s the River of the World
Misery’s the River of the World
For want of a bird
The sky was lost
For want of a nail
A shoe was lost
For want of a life
The knife was lost
For want of a toy
A child was lost
Misery’s the River of the World
Misery’s the River of the World
Everybody Row! Everybody Row!
Misery’s the River of the World
Misery’s the River of the World
Everybody Row! Everybody Row!
then i stabbed out the speakers on a 65 fender twin reverb while in a tom curren drop knee tube stance and went surfing high on opium and resin fumes there was lots of laughter followed by stoicism
