Cold, Cold Ground, Franks Wild Years, Tom Waits [141]

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Waits begins to step away from Frank and the relationship of the songs to the play, as Martin and Sam discuss the tense nature of the music on this album, the simplicity of this song compared to the arrangement of others on Franks Wild Years, and the political and social charge that land (and what lurks beneath) can have. 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: songbysongpodcast.com twitter: @songbysongpod e-mail: [email protected] Music extracts used for illustrative/review purposes include: Cold Cold Ground, Franks Wild Years, Tom Waits (1987) Down Under, Mining, Rivona, Dear Reader (2013) 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 - Cold Cold Ground Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe never slept with a dream before he had to go away there's a bell in the tower Uncle Ray bought a round don't worry bout the army in the cold cold ground cold cold ground now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed there's a bird in the chimney and a stone in my bed when the road's washed out they pass the bottle around and wait in the arms of the cold cold ground cold cold ground there's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope and a briar patch of berries takin over the slope the cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town til we bury every dream in the cold cold ground cold cold ground give me a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells Blow the roof off the goat barn let it roll down the hill the piano is firewood times square is a dream I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground cold cold ground cold cold ground call the cops on the Breedloves bring a Bible and a rope and a whole box of rebel and a bar of soap make a pile of trunk tires and burn 'em all down bring a dollar with you baby in the cold cold ground cold cold ground take a weathervane rooster throw rocks at his head stop talking to the neighbors till we all go dead beware of my temper and the dog that I've found break all the windows in the cold cold ground cold cold ground

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