tom waits'in, swordfishtrombones (1983) ve rain dogs (1985) albümleriyle üçlü oluşturan 87 çıkışlı başyapıtı. 55:34 dakikalık albüm, 17 şarkı içerir:
1. hang on st. christopher
2. straight to the top (rhumba)
3. blow wind blow
4. temptation
5. innocent when you dream (barroom)
6. i'll be gone
7. yesterday is here
8. please wake me up
9. frank's theme
10. more than rain
11. way down in the hole
12. straight to the top (vegas)
13. i'll take new york
14. telephone call from istanbul
15. cold cold ground
16. train song
17. innocent when you dream (78)
bir gün tc vatandaşlığına geçerseniz, adınızı ne olarak değiştirirdiniz sorusuna dave scott mustaine'in verdiği cevap. röportaj bitiminde kameralara bakarak cep telefonuyla akrabalarını arayan davut'a dış işleri bakanlığı 'gel seni nüfusumuza alak' çağrısı yapmış, mustafa ise olaya sıcak baktığını açıklamıştır.
ich bin der welt abhanden gekommen,
mit der ich sonst viele zeit verdorben,
sie hat so lange nichts von mir vernommen,
sie mag wohl glauben, ich sei gestorben!
es ist mir auch gar nichts daran gelegen,
ob sie mich für gestorben hält,
ich kann auch gar nichts sagen dagegen,
denn wirklich bin ich gestorben der welt.
ich bin gestorben dem weltgetümmel,
und ruh' in einem stillen gebiet!
ich leb' allein in meinem himmel,
in meinem lieben, in meinem lied
foreign affairs albümünden iç gıdıklayıcı bir tom waits şarkısı. oturup hiçbir şey yapmadan saatlerce dinlenecek cinstendir.
licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue scrawled across the shoulders
of a dying town the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks
and the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
he was a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave
but the cops would never think to look in
burma shave
and the road was like a ribbon and the moon was like a bone
he didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever known
he kinda looked like farley granger with his hair slicked back
she says i'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat
how far are you going he said depends on what you mean
he says i'm only stopping here to get some gasoline
i'm guess i'm going thataway just as long as it's paved
i guess you'd say i'm on my way to
burma shave
and her knees up on the glove compartment
took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer
and she popped her gum and arched her back
hell marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road
some night my heart pounds just like thunder
i don't know why it don't explode
cause everyone in this stinking town has got one foot in the grave
and i'd rather take my chances out in
burma shave
presley's what i go by why don't you change the station
count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror
mister anywhere you point this thing
has got to beat the hell out of the sting
of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin
and so drill me a hole with a barber pole
i'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight
why don't you have another swig
and pass that car if you're so brave
i wanna get there before the sun comes up in
burma shave
and the spider web crack and the mustang screamed
smoke from the tires and the twisted machine
just a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved
lie swindled from them on the way to
burma shave
and the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow
up against the car door on the shot gun side
and when they pulled her from the wreck you know she
still had on her shades
they say that dreams are growing wild just this side of
burma shave
life is whittled
life's a riddle
man's a fiddle that life plays on
when the day breaks, and the earth quakes
life's a mistake all day long
tell me, who gives a good gooddamn
you'll never get out alive
don't go dreaming
don't go scheming
a man must test his mettle
in a crooked ol' world
starving in the belly
starving in the belly
starving in the belly of a whale
starving in the belly
starving in the belly
starving in the belly of a whale
dan't take my word
just look skyward
they that dance must pay the fiddler
sky is darkening
dogs are barking
but the caravan moves on
tell me who gives a good gooddamn
you'll never get get out alive
don't go dreaming
don't go scheming
a man must test his mettle
in crooked ol' world
starving in the belly...
as the crow flies
it's there the truth lies
at the bottom of the well
e-o-leven goes to heaven
bless the dead here as the rain falls
don't trust a bull's horn
a doberman's tooth
a runaway horse or me
don't be greedy, don't be needy
if you live in hope you're
dancing to a terrible tune
starving in the belly
starving in the belly...
anthrax'ın 89 çıkışlı, 6 şarkılık ep'si. antisocial'ın fransızca versiyonunun bir kısmı joey belladonna tarafından kesit kesit söylenmiştir, bir kısmı da şarkının orijinal vokal kayıdıyla -şarkı trust grubuna aittir- tamamlanmıştır. friggin' in the riggin' ise grubun roadieleri için yapılmış olup cümbür cemaat söylenmiştir. parasite ise hoş bir kiss coverı olarak kulakların pasını attırmıştır.
now it's dark
antisocial
friggin' in the riggin'
parasite
sects
pipeline
it started back in high-school
so cool, king of the scene
you found that making people laugh
was more than just a dream
the public took right to you
like flies to a pile of shit
so funny and smart so talented
but success just couldn't fit
wasting your life
no future is bright
dancing on your grave
living like a slave, someone should've said...
wake up dead, in a plywood bed six feet from the
rest of your life
and when you couldn't see your own dependency
n.f.l., nice fuckin' life !
the whole world is your playground
yet you can't find your niche
your only friends it helps you through
helps you dig your daily ditch
the bottom line can't touch you
cause you're above the rest
but your little friend's the enemy
and the bottom line is death
you lived a life of excess
goddamn shame it's such a waste
just one too many cookies
from the batch no one should taste
yet his memory still stays with us
cause watching him was fun
too bad things weren't different
who knows what he'd have done
