Olga re: Tom Waits
(In response to the Tom Waits version of 'Goodnight Irene' in which three or four of him take drunken pot-shots at the melody)
"He sounds like cats. They don't call him Tom for nothing."
posted by Whim @ 4:53 PM
Thursday, February 08, 2007
"He sounds like cats. They don't call him Tom for nothing."
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More than that! They call him Tommy the cat!
I remember as it were a meal ago
Said tommy the cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine. Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator. Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, but it was a rare occasion such as this that he did.
She came slidin down the alleyway like butter drippin off a hot biscuit. The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days. The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped for double, even triple, takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the
Delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were known to hang out. They hung in droves. Such a multitude of
masculinity could only be found in one place... and that was
Omalleys alley. The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended) but not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into the heart of the alley. She knew what she wanted. She was lookin for that stud bull, the he cat. And that was me. Tommy the cat is my name, and I say unto thee...
Say baby do you wanna lay down by me
Say baby do you wanna lay down by me
Say baby do you wanna lay down by me
Say baby...
Say BAABBBBYYYYY......!!!
When the going gets tough and the stomache acids flow,
The cold wind of comformity is nipping at you're nose,
When some trendy new atrocity has brought you to you're knees,
Come with us we'll sail the seas of cheese.
You're not telling me Waits does a version of that song, are you?
Waits IS Tommy the cat in Primus' version of the song!
He does "I remember as it were a meal ago," then "She came slidin'...," to "And I say unto thee..."
Claypool is merely the narrator anc chorus girl.
Waits actually collaborated with them several times. Tommy the cat and Coattails of a Dead Man are the two where he has the biggest parts, even producing the latter.
It has been a while. I need to get back to the seas of cheese.
Wow. See, back when I listened to Primus, in highschool, I didn't know who Waits was-but then when I knew Waits, I had long stopped listening to Primus, though I noticed Claypool did some base work on Mule Variations...
I'll be snookered.
Yeah, actually Claypool and the rest of Primus turn up on all the albums starting with Bone Machine.
Weird minds...
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