Tom Waits sings BURMA SHAVE, recorded live at San Remo Festival, November 22, 1986, Club Tenco, Teatro Ariston, San Remo Italy. Greg Cohen on upright bass. Aired on Italian television by RAI DUE.
BURMA SHAVE - lyrics
Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue
Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town
Took the one eyed-jacks across the railroad tracks
And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He's a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave
But the cops they never think to look in Burma-Shave

And the road was like a ribbon and the moon was like a bone
And he didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever known
He kind of looked like Farley Granger with his hair slicked back
She says, I'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat
She said How far are you going?
Said depends on what you mean
Cause I’m only stopping here to get some gasoline
And I guess I'm going thataway just as long as it's paved
And I guess you'd say I'm on my way to Burma Shave

She put her knees up on the glove compartment
She took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like root beer
And she popped her gum and arched her back
She says there is really nothing but a wide spot in the road
Some nights my heart pounds like thunder
I don't know why it don't explode
'Cause everyone in this stinking town has got one foot in the grave
And I'd rather take my chances out in Burma Shave

He said Presley's what I go by, why don't you change the stations?
Count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror
She said mister, anywhere you point this thing
It got to beat the hell out of the sting
Of going to bed with every dream that that dies here every mornin'
And so drill me a hole with a barber pole
And I'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight
Why don't you have another swig and pass that car if you're so brave
I wanna get there before the sun comes up in Burma Shave

And the spiderweb crack and the mustang screamed
The smoke from the tires and the twisted machine
And just a nickel's worth of dreams was all they could save
It was swindled from them on the way to Burma Shave

And when sun hit the derrick and cast a batwing shadow
Up against the car door on the shotgun side
And when they pulled her from the wreck
She still had on her shades
They say that dreams are growing wild
Just this side
Of Burma Shave

свернуть