That's The Way/The Briar and The Rose, The Black Rider, Tom Waits [211-212]

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Charlie Harding returns for this two-for-one special, listening to this twinned and linked pair of songs by Burroughs and Waits. With more talk of the endless foreshadowing as well as some comparisons to Shakespearian themes in pop music, Sam, Martin & Charlie think about the extra text for That’s The Way, the validity of biographical shout-outs, and the symbolism of neon shotguns. website: songbysongpodcast.com twitter: @songbysongpod e-mail: [email protected] Music extracts used for illustrative/review purposes include: That's The Way, The Black Rider, Tom Waits (1993) The Briar & The Rose, The Black Rider, Tom Waits (1993) 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 - That's The Way That's the way the stomach rumbles That's the way the bee bumbles That's the way the needle pricks That's the way the glue sticks That's the way the potato mashes That's the way the pan flashes That's the way the market crashes That's the way the whip lashes That's the way the teeth knashes That's the way the gravy stains That's the way the moon wanes Lyrics - The Briar And The Rose I fell asleep down by the stream And there I had the strangest dream And down by Brennan's Glenn there grows A briar and a rose There's a tree in the forest But I don't know where I built a nest out of your hair And climbing up into the air A briar and a rose I don't know how long it has been But I was born in Brennan's Glenn And near the end of spring there grows A briar and a rose I picked the rose one early morn I pricked my finger on a thorn They'd grown so high It's winding wove the briar around the rose I tried to tear them both apart I felt a bullet in my heart And all dressed up in springs new clothes The briar and the rose And when I'm buried in my grave Tell me so I will know Your tears will fall To make love grow The briar and the rose

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