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: Strange Weather
Will you take me across the Channel London Bridge is falling down strange, a woman tries to save more than a man will try to drown and it's the rain that they predicted it's the forecast ev'ry time the rose has died because you picked it, I believe that brandy's mine And all over the world strangers talk only about the weather All over the world it's the same, it's the same! And the world is getting flatter and the sky is falling all around oh, and nothing is the matter for I'll never cry in town and a love like ours, my dear, is best measured when it's down and I never buy umbrellas 'cause there's always one around And you know that it's beginning and you know that it's the end once again we are strangers as the fog goes rolling in and all over the world strangers talk only about the weather All over the world it's the same, it's the same! It's the same!
