Thomas Alan Waits je americký písničkář, šansoniér, autor písní a herec. O jeho hlase jeden americký kritik napsal: „ Jako kdyby byl naložený v sudu s bourbonem, potom pár měsíců visel v udírně a nakonec přes něj přejelo auto. “ Gery Graff. Na...
Píseň: Pay Me
They pay me not to come home Keeping me stoned I won’t run away They say it’s easy to get Stuck in this town Just like Joan You know I gave it all up for the stage They fill my cup up in the cage It’s nobody’s business but mine when I’m low To hold yourself up is not a crime here you know At the end of the world I kick my foot at the lights I breathe it in all night There’s a light on a canvas tree Money from home supporting me They pay me not to come I won’t eat crow Ill stay away And though all roads will not lead you home my girl All roads lead to the end of the world I sewed a little luck up in the hem of my gown The only way down from the gallows is to swing And I’ll wear boots instead of high heels And the next stage that I am on it will have wheels
