This man has saved my life more times than he will ever know thank you for you ...sitting up with ptsd and anxiety attacks this is hell without Tom I’d surely succumb to my anxiety
Clapping hands is togetherness. Oneness. Unity. When only one person claps they unite their palms. When a Mammoth crowd cheers it is as One. Let us clap together in loud syncopated unisen for divine justice. Thank You Tom for always striving for authenticity. Much love & gratitude!
This is inspiring for old bltchez like me. Age 30, after a career of archaic 2nd rate pop jazz tunes milking the too much smoking and bourbon vocal-albeit a few amazing pieces of music like heartattack and vine, talk to strangers--is rebirthed into a full fledged 1st rate artist amazing
*Lyrics* Sane, sane, they're all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is lame A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more The moon in the window and a bird on the pole We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more Moon in the window and a bird on the pole Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and running out of time Salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to heaven in a little row boat Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Sane, sane, they're all insane Fireman's blind, the conductor is lame A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more The moon in the window and a bird on the pole We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more Moon in the window and a bird on the pole Always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands [Guitar solo] I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and running out of time Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to heaven in a little row boat Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Well, clap hands, well, clap hands Oh, clap hands, clap hands
Sane, sane, they're all insane Fireman's blind, the conductor's lame A Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more Moon in the window and a bird on the pole We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty dollar bill inside of Paladin's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Roar, roar the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more Moon in the window and a bird on the pole Always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty dollar bill inside of Paladin's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time The Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to Heaven in a little row boat Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Oh, clap hands Oh, clap hands Oh, clap hands Clap hands
Sane, sane, they're all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is lame A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more The moon in the window and a bird on the pole We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside of Paladin's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more Moon in the window and a bird on the pole Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside of Paladin's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and running out of time Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to heaven in a little row boat Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
@@XenoGuru I just checked another source and I think you might be right about "Paladin's hat". Paladin was the name of a character from "Have Gun Will Travel" who wore a very distinctive hat. I'll edit my post. Thanks!
@@timothyreal The lyrics would have made more sense that way. A paladin was a valorous knight; later referred to as a mercenary or bounty hunter. I did see the source where it said "Palladio" but yeah there was very little information on what exactly that was. Also; you missed one correction in your lyrics from Palladio to Paladin towards the top. Cheers 🍻
Clap Hands Songtext Sane, sane, they′re all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is lame A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more The moon in the window and a bird on the pole We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio′s hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more Moon in the window and a bird on the pole Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio′s hat And nobody′s sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and running out of time Salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to heaven in a little row boat Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Writer(s): Thomas A. Waits Lyrics (Clap Hands Lyrics Übersetzung Wahnsinnig, sie sind alle wahnsinnig Der Heizer ist blind, der Zugführer schwach Eine Cincinnati-Jacke, eine Unglücks-Dame lehnt sich aus dem Fenster mit einer Flasche Regen Klatscht in die Hände Ich sagte Gebrüll, Gebrüll, der Donner und das Gebrüll Dieser Hurensohn wird hier nie wieder zurückkommen Der Mond im Fenster, der Vogel auf der Stange Wir können immer einen Millionär finden, damit der die ganze Kohle schaufelt Klatscht in die Hände Ich sagte Dampf, Dampf, hundert schlechte Träume Er ging nach Harlem, in der Jeans eine Pistole Ein Fünfzig-Dollar-Schein in einem Paladin-Hut Und keiner weiß sicher, wo Mr. Knickerbocker hinmöchte Scheine, Scheine, ein Roosewelt-Dime Auf dem Weg nach Baltimore, die Zeit ist knapp Die Erlösungsarmee scheint im Loch zu enden Sie sind alle gen Himmel gefahren in einem kleinen groben Boot Klatscht in die Hände Writer(s): Thomas A. Waits Lyrics)
Idk how many people are going to get this, but the percussion intro reminds me of Stomp Out Loud, particularly that part in the sewers with the water pipes? yeah. Stomp is the shit.
bro i was tryna figure out where id heard it before forgot about that series, was amazing was looking this guy up cus he also did that song from the movie robots (it's called underground, the song in the chop shop factory)
Sane, sane, they're all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is lame A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more The moon in the window and a bird on the pole We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more Moon in the window and a bird on the pole Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and running out of time Salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to heaven in a little row boat Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Sane, sane, they're all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is lame A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more The moon in the window and a bird on the pole We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more Moon in the window and a bird on the pole Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and running out of time Salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to heaven in a little row boat Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Still my all-time favourite album cover
I had been wondering.
"They all went to heaven in a little row boat" this is why I love Tom Waits!
The percussion, wonderous guitar licks, and those amazing lyrics spat out in Waits’ trademark raspy growl, is a magical mixture.
The percussion is Tom beating a dresser with a stick.
This man has saved my life more times than he will ever know thank you for you ...sitting up with ptsd and anxiety attacks this is hell without Tom I’d surely succumb to my anxiety
B Basen I feel yea
@B Basen I love you both.
Music is good like that. I always wonder if artists truly know their affect on people.
Yuppers
I'll clap my hands to that
Tom Waits for No One
Once Upon a Time in Queens brought me here. ❤
😂yeah, me too 👍🏿
What a plethora of sounds ! Real Genius.
simply brillant, thank you!
Masterpiece
Best song ever candidate 👍☝️✝️
Without a doubt
Congrats on making the cut for Peter Kruder’s private collection. The best compilation of music I have ever heard
Clapping hands is togetherness. Oneness. Unity.
When only one person claps they unite their palms.
When a Mammoth crowd cheers it is as One.
Let us clap together in loud syncopated unisen for divine justice.
Thank You Tom for always striving for authenticity. Much love & gratitude!
Love it, thanks for that
Nicely put kind sir
"Divine justice"?
Not sure you're grasping the entire record let alone the song
you're just giving it away over the ether my friend,
vida longa ao Tom! monstro sagrado💡💡💡
Thanks Tom.
Fun fact : Tony Garnier played bass on this track. Bob Dylan's bassist since the late 80s. He's my favorite 😊
They all went to heaven in a little row boat..clap hands
This is inspiring for old bltchez like me. Age 30, after a career of archaic 2nd rate pop jazz tunes milking the too much smoking and bourbon vocal-albeit a few amazing pieces of music like heartattack and vine, talk to strangers--is rebirthed into a full fledged 1st rate artist amazing
The picture on the album cover by the Swedish photographer Anders Petersen. From the dance restaurant Café Lehmitz in Hamburg, Germany.
*Lyrics*
Sane, sane, they're all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and running out of time
Salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
*Paladin’s hat
Sane, sane, they're all insane
Fireman's blind, the conductor is lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
Always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
[Guitar solo]
I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and running out of time
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Well, clap hands, well, clap hands
Oh, clap hands, clap hands
"You exist in symmetry,
Be odd and get even,
Faith is the ball we walk on,
You'll know when it ain't under you."
,dan'
I bet whoever helped make the music for Breaking Bad listened to this for inspiration
Dave Porter! :D
There are definitely some parallels there.
I can't believe I've never thought about this before. Definitely a strong resemblance.
Bones = Rattled.
The tom waits game: i say a lyric and you have to guess it:
Its always much more spoting when theres a family in the pit
In the Collesseum, from Bone Machine :)
Google ?
@@alberts1985 Nope, that's my favorite Waits album. "Google", indeed. I'm going out west, where they appreciate me...
@@alberts1985Google?
@@alberts1985what does that mean? :/
Reminds me of Nico’s Camera Obscura track. Interestingly enough released the same year just a few months before Rain Dogs.
OOOOFFF
gut-punched (still remembering that jersey girl) Rumi abides & the other journey awaits, 1 love
I remember listening to this album without understanding most of the lyrics back in early nineties.
let's form a club.
Sane, sane, they're all insane
Fireman's blind, the conductor's lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty dollar bill inside of Paladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Roar, roar the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
Always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty dollar bill inside of Paladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time
The Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to Heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Oh, clap hands
Oh, clap hands
Oh, clap hands
Clap hands
Sane, sane, they're all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside of Paladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside of Paladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and running out of time
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
I always thought he said "A fifty dollar bill inside a "paladin's" hat."
Still no idea what a Palladio is lol
@@XenoGuru I just checked another source and I think you might be right about "Paladin's hat". Paladin was the name of a character from "Have Gun Will Travel" who wore a very distinctive hat. I'll edit my post. Thanks!
@@timothyreal The lyrics would have made more sense that way. A paladin was a valorous knight; later referred to as a mercenary or bounty hunter.
I did see the source where it said "Palladio" but yeah there was very little information on what exactly that was. Also; you missed one correction in your lyrics from Palladio to Paladin towards the top. Cheers 🍻
Clap Hands Songtext
Sane, sane, they′re all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio′s hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio′s hat
And nobody′s sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and running out of time
Salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Writer(s): Thomas A. Waits Lyrics
(Clap Hands Lyrics Übersetzung
Wahnsinnig, sie sind alle wahnsinnig
Der Heizer ist blind, der Zugführer schwach
Eine Cincinnati-Jacke, eine Unglücks-Dame
lehnt sich aus dem Fenster mit einer Flasche Regen
Klatscht in die Hände
Ich sagte Gebrüll, Gebrüll, der Donner und das Gebrüll
Dieser Hurensohn wird hier nie wieder zurückkommen
Der Mond im Fenster, der Vogel auf der Stange
Wir können immer einen Millionär finden, damit der die ganze Kohle schaufelt
Klatscht in die Hände
Ich sagte Dampf, Dampf, hundert schlechte Träume
Er ging nach Harlem, in der Jeans eine Pistole
Ein Fünfzig-Dollar-Schein in einem Paladin-Hut
Und keiner weiß sicher, wo Mr. Knickerbocker hinmöchte
Scheine, Scheine, ein Roosewelt-Dime
Auf dem Weg nach Baltimore, die Zeit ist knapp
Die Erlösungsarmee scheint im Loch zu enden
Sie sind alle gen Himmel gefahren in einem kleinen groben Boot
Klatscht in die Hände
Writer(s): Thomas A. Waits Lyrics)
Love when they play this song on little criminals
Idk how many people are going to get this, but the percussion intro reminds me of Stomp Out Loud, particularly that part in the sewers with the water pipes? yeah. Stomp is the shit.
Tom the manager
Now I know where Muse took inspiration for Screenager
It reminds me of Joseph Conrad's prose for some reason.
I'm bad. urp, nope, Tom Waits is still alive. He bad.
Did you know Tom Waits was in the movie rumblefish
LIFE ARTIST or LIE FARTIST
Dealers Choic
Music is Medicine
Thanks for Sharing
Love You Man
Never Short of FEELING
С Ля на Фа) Бдюз Бэнд. Он же рассказывал, что получилось не сразу))))
Castle Rock Series -
🌬 🕳 🤍 .
bro i was tryna figure out where id heard it before
forgot about that series, was amazing
was looking this guy up cus he also did that song from the movie robots (it's called underground, the song in the chop shop factory)
Not a single American I asked knew who Tom Waits is, but every European I asked did.
Stop hanging out with poser euro-trash, and try hanging out with better Americans you pretentious D-bag.
There's a whole lot of stupid and ignorant in America....lot of extra intelligent and sophisticated too, of course!
this feels like home
Копи ЗндС) А у них в получается) Мои Минитмены
It takes a village
S chithra nurses super good annai desika social economical and educational trust
🛀🎧
Breaking bad moment
Трудно? С кем не бывает)
Я же Жирок Музыкант, но двигаюсь и играю)
mutazione vibes
Breaking bad intro
Really I know I heard it before but didn’t know where
С Фа на Ля, всё равно далеко, он так не играл, старина Биби)
С Ля на фа- я таки граю
Привычка делать вибрато, да я тут лучше, пытался копировал)
I want you to hang on
To that dime…
Ладно тебе, копируй эндс)
Мои Менты, я за них. Это просто избил и понял.
Salvation army is no help. Another army but £ army really. No help, opposite of salvation
Sane, sane, they're all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and running out of time
Salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
*Paladin’s hat
Better than Dylan, and that's saying something
Sane, sane, they're all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and running out of time
Salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands