Skoro celo leto, tako mi došlo, slušala sam samo njegov glas. Ponovo sam ga volela kao nekad. Iznova sam se zaljubila, kao nikad. Podsetila sam se svakog zvuka, urlika i tona. Izmaštala sam i prisvajala svaku njegovu reč koju sam želela da čujem. I poblesavila za nekim rečima koje nikad nisam čula. Arogantno sam odbijala da slušam druge. Ili ako ponekad jesam, brzo sam se vraćala ovom starom liscu. Takvo je bilo leto.
Rekapitulacija svega šta je bilo. Blagovremena priprema za nešto novo. I evo, konačno, najave za njegov novi album. Lepši povod za post, u moru užasa, nisam mogla da nađem.
BAD AS ME - to je ta, najavna, koju možete čuti na: http://www.tomwaits.com/news/article/155/Listen_To_Tom_Waits_New_Song_Bad_As_Me/
Ostatak ovog posta neka se sam piše, ako se ima šta reći. Ja ću i dalje posesivno misliti da ga volim samo ja.
Bad as me
You’re the head on the spear
You’re the nail on the cross
You’re the fly in my beer
You’re the key that got lost
You’re the letter from Jesus on the bathroom wall
You’re mother superior in only a bra
You’re the same kind of bad as me
I’m the hat on the bed
I’m the coffee instead
The fish or cut bait
I’m the detective up late
I’m the blood on the floor
The thunder and the roar
The boat that won’t sink
I just won’t sleep a wink
You’re the same kind of bad as me
No good you say
Well that’s good enough for me
You’re the wreath that caught fire
You’re the preach to the choir
You bite down on the sheet
But your teeth have been wired
You skid in the rain
You’re trying to shift
You’re grinding the gears
You’re trying to shift
And you’re the same kind of bad as me
They told me you were no good
I know you’ll take care of all my needs
You’re the same kind of bad as me
I’m the mattress in the back
I’m the old gunnysack
I’m the one with the gun
Most likely to run
I’m the car in the weeds
If you cut me I’ll bleed
You’re the same kind of bad as me
You’re the same kind of bad as me