After listening to the groaning beautiful voice on "Dead Man Walking" soundtrack particularly "The Fall of Troy," I purchased my first-ever works by Tom Waits, the double-header release of "Blood Money" and "Alice." Soon, lyrics like "misery is the river of the world;" wild incomprehensible shouts of "Zelbuchlesch!"; "as far as a monkey could climb, the more you see it's tail;" & "everybody row!" incredibly became benchmarks for how far gone & into Waits I became. In fact, so far gone was I that my wife emphatically suggested I move our c.d. player into the cellar.
In "Bad as me, " Waits hammers more nails into the cross on which fans are hooked. "Kiss me" is a beautiful song -- I sensed Waits was singing to the piano that's sobering-up after endless nights of drinking. The wildness of "Satisfied" --doubtless music lovers are never satisfied, more is always desired, and Waits is "grieving satisfaction," & its fairly sensible to believe Mr. Wait's will be "carousin" when he's a "thousand."
'Ya gotta inject some "Bad as me" into the madness of lousy jobs, failed relationships, etcetera, and one cannot but enjoy "Last Leaf," listen to the last gasps of a reflective life hanging-limp upon a branch, laugh when Waits says he's "been here since Eisenhower," and I for one believe the artist has found who "puts flowers on a flower's grave."