Fumblin With The Blues, The Heart Of Saturday Night, Tom Waits [019]

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We enter the hangover from the night before as Martin, Sam and Alice discuss issues of originality and authenticity, as well as some of the darker history of the performers appearing on the album. Song by Song is Martin Zaltz Austwick and Sam Pay; two musicians listening to and discussing every single Tom Waits track in chronological order. website: www.songbysongpodcast.com twitter: @songbysongpod e-mail: [email protected] Music extracts used for illustrative/review purposes include: Fumblin With The Blues, The Heart of Saturday Night, Tom Waits (1974) St Louis Blues, Live At The 1958 Monterey Jazz Festival, Louis Armstrong (1958/2007) We think your Song by Song experience will be enhanced by hearing, in full, the songs featured in the show, which you can get hold of from your favourite record shop or online platform. Please support artists by buying their music, or using services which guarantee artists a revenue - listen responsibly. Lyrics - Fumblin' With The Blues Friday left me fumbling with the blues And it's hard to win when you always lose Because the nightspots spend your spirit Beat your head against the wall Two dead ends and you've still got to choose You know the bartenders they all know my name And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead You know the ladies I've been seeing off and on Well they spend your love and then they're gone You can't be lovin' someone who is savage and cruel Take your love and then they leave on out of town, no they do Well now falling in love is such a breeze But its standing up that's so hard for me I wanna squeeze you but I'm scared to death I'd break your back You know your perfume well it won't let me be And you know the bartenders all know my name And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead Well, come on baby let your love light shine Gotta bury me inside of your fire Because your eyes are enough to blind me You're like a-looking at the sun You gotta whisper tell me I'm the one Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one Gotta whisper tell me I'm the one Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one

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