A checklist of Tom Waits lines to work in to conversation
2009 February 12
Use one of these a day:
- A rat always knows when he’s in with weasels
- They’re lining up to go insane.
- That deep blue sky is my home
- Independent as a hog on ice
- It was all ripe for dreaming
- All the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes
- Stayin’ out of circulation till the dogs get tired
- At night I pray and clean my gun
- Whittled from the bone of Cain
- I feel like a preacher waving a gun around
- God used me as a hammer boy to beat his weary drum today
- Damn good address for a rat
- I’d like to hammer this ring into a bullet
- I’m not Able, I’m just Cain
- They sharpen their knives on my mistakes
- There’s always free cheddar in a mousetrap, baby
- Man’s a fiddle that life plays on
- They that dance must pay the fiddler
- Don’t go dreaming, don’t go scheming
- Well my friends think I’m ugly I got a masculine face
- Don’t trust a bull’s horn, a doberman’s tooth, a runaway horse or me
- Like a kid who captures a firefly, leaves it only to die in a jar
- Who ever thought hell’d be so cold?
- I wanna look in the mirror and see another face
- Yellow dog knows when he’s sinned
- The carpet needs a haircut
- He’s been seen at the table with kings
- He can turn himself into a stranger
- Everything this doughboy does is wrong
- Lie to me baby, I have no use for the truth
describe a girl as…
- a “tawny moor”
- a “sad luck dame”
- “Nothing wrong with her that $100 won’t fix”
- “all liquored up on that road house corn”
- Hair black as a bucket of tar, skin as white as a cuttlefish bone
- I was the jewel of her sin
- a “Salvation Army Band girl”
Advanced mode
- Your love is a faucet
- Got a wooden coat, this boy is never coming home
- The day when home early and the sun sank down into the muck of a deep dead sky
- The cracked bell rings as the ghost bird sings and the gods go begging here
- I feel like a slave ship upside down wrecked beneath the waves of a grain
- And by the time they finished “Moanin Low” I was soakin’ wet and wild eyed.
- There’s always some killin’ you got to do around the farm
- For want of a bird the sky was lost
- There are those who say beneath his coat there are wings
- He once killed a man with a guitar string