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I play in the car to the astonishment of my heathen passengers who were brought up on ABBA It amuses me. Especially when Frank “hung his wild years on the nail that he drove through his wife’s forehead “ and then torches the house! But some real deep lyrics by a one off artist

Having grown up in Brooklyn in the 1950's, this song means so much to me. I've listened to Tom's Blue Valentine album more times than I can count and still cry every time I hear Kentucky Avenue.

Damn Ryan! You just know he was smash smash SAAAAAMASHING his way thru the hotties back then especially!!!! DAAAAAAAAAAMN!!! ps he's high as UFO right here in this performance! Hahahahaha well deserved euphoria for Ryan Adams that Night!!! Wish i was at this concert!!!

My favourite song x

The One and Only Master "Tom Waits", yes all others wish they could be like Tom.

Thanks a lot!

Imagine if there was better drum hardware back then. Joe (and others like Art Blakey) wouldn't have to pull the bass drum back to them when hitting hard.

Tom is magic. I wish I discovered him as a young man. He understands

Tom Waits and I are very close in age. This song, a train of childhood memories laces into an abstract pictures of growing up in the 1950s. It's particularly touching, especially as I had a friend with polio who wore braces. One day we planned to cut them off with a hacksaw. I suppose that was because we were age six, or maybe seven, and those braces kept our friend from the kinds of freedom we took for granted.

Oh man 4:10, if you dont have a lump in your throat at this point, no helpin‘ ya

Joe warming up.....

he could write the best xmas songs ever

Genius

I think if I was ever on Desert Island Discs on BBC Radio 4, this would be one of my choices. This isn't a song, it's a poem, a story, it captures your imagine of where he lived. The cornfield is so strong an image. Yes, the skull and cross bone ring! Is this a boy or a girl that he sings about? does it matter? No, it doesn't, it his friend!

Sublime !

Geiler scheiß! Rocknroll first class Band wow......

Bucky baxter on lap steel, so good. Fantastic Song and playing!!!

This is the one.

Only Tom could weave a tale that brings you back and rips at the depths of your your soul at the same time. Timeless and incomparable. Peerless in the history of performers.

After more or less 35 years still bring tears in my eyes....

Moby Dick’s 1972.

It's stuff like this that makes me love living in the free world

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Amazing lyricist… Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday night And you got paid on Friday And your pockets are jinglin' And you see the lights You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a six And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night Then you comb your hair Shave your face Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace All the other days In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday You're reachin' your peak Stoppin' on the red You're goin' on the green 'Cause tonight'll be like nothin' You've ever seen And you're barrelin' down the boulevard Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night Tell me is the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzin'? Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye? Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of quiver down in the core 'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before And now you're stumblin' You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night Well you gassed her up And you're behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrellin' down the boulevard You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night Is this the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzin'? Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of special down in the core And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before It's found you stumblin' Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night And you're stumblin' Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night Mhm, mhm

Tom attend l'aventure dans le coeur de la nuit, elle vient à pas feutrés...

This is my TW jam.

"I'll take the spokes from your wheelchair and a magpies wings, and I'll time em' to your shoulders and your feet" gives me chills everytime

Family scrapbook showing up here in our life time continuum

BTWay Family

Forging in Fire working my way down Mercury Boulevard

fucking awful, how to murder your own song

I love this. Thank you for uploading, Trombone.

Quite simply one of the most beautiful songs ever written.

Thank god for freedom of expression…

never found it xx

So evocative and beautiful.

This very performance is what turned me on to Tom. This will never get old.

Well, it’s either “grim reapers” or “grand weepers”. This one fits squarely into one of those and I love it to the end of the earth.

Draw to that life style, big city, smoke, drink........but! Wade

I think this is my favorite song by her. Gees. Gets me every time.😢❤🎶 Never want any man to feel unloved like this because of me.

My friend Sandra loves this song, that's good enough for me......

I can identify with this song. My grandmother lived next door to a boy I used to play with when we crossed town to visit her. Jimmy and I were the same age, but one day, I was told he couldn't come out to play. From that time on, I could see his hospital bed in their many-windowed sunroom. We had a sign-language, of sorts, but he was never able to come out and play again. It was late 40s, prime polio season, and the adults never told me what was wrong or why he died. I get the feeling that although Tom could wreak havoc on the neighborhood, he was the only one who was compassionate enough to be a true friend to the boy who is the subject of this song.

Did Hank Thompson write it?

Tom's the one and only!

I tear everytime i hear this. Ill cut the braces from your leg

The song has no chorus,..he does that a lot,...and so well it’s usually unnoticeable....brilliant

Ive been listening to this routine for many years...Nighthawks at the diner i think...first time seein it. Wonderful stories, songs, poetry, and humor: thank you Tom Waits: Long may you run!

She's got the magic of the melancholy tear in her eye!!!!!! wow!!!

Sometimes you are a boring pain in the neck...