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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Producer
Kathleen Brennan
Kathleen Brennan
Producer
Robert Musso
Robert Musso
Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Engineer
Dennis Ferrante
Dennis Ferrante
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Gonzalez
Tom Gonzalez
Assistant Recording Engineer

Songtexte

Well the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws. And you're east of east Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches And the rain sounds like a round of applause. And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon His invisible fiancee's in the mirror. And the band is going home, it's raining hammers, it's raining nails And it's true there's nothing left for him down here. And it's time time time, and it's time time time And it's time time time that you love And it's time time time. And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train. You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away. And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget. That history puts a saint in every dream Well she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit. And Matilda asks the sailors "are those dreams or are those prayers?" So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit. Oh it's time time time, and it's time time time And it's time time time that you love And it's time time time. Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street. And when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet. So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips As the dish outside the window fills with rain. Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again Oh it's time time time, and it's time time time And it's time time time that you love And it's time time time And it's time time time, and it's time time time And it's time time time that you love And it's time time time
Writer(s): Thomas Alan Waits Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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