please call me baby

So Angus noticed I was listening to one of my favorite Tom Waits CDs while writing the last entry here.


In the interest of any real Waits fan, and for the benefit of myself right now, here is my very favorite Waits song.
I never fail to tear up when I hear it.
The combination of words and music is painful and poignent.
I awoke this morning at 4:00 and it was playing in the back of my mind.

Please Call Me Baby

The evening fell just like a star
Left a trail behind
You spit as you slammed out the door
If this is love we’re crazy
As we fight like cats and dogs
But I just know there’s got to be more

So please call me, baby
Wherever you are
It’s too cold to be out walking in the streets
We do crazy things when we’re wounded
Everyone’s a bit insane
I don’t want you catching your death of cold
Out walking in the rain

And I admit that I ain’t no angel
I admit that I ain’t no saint
I’m selfish and I’m cruel but you’re blind
If I exorcise my devils
Well my angels may leave too
When they leave they’re so hard to find

So please call me, baby
Wherever you are
It’s too cold to be out walking in the streets
We do crazy things when we’re wounded
Everyone’s a bit insane
I don’t want you catching your death of cold
Out walking in the rain

And we’re always at each other’s throats
You know it drives me up the wall
But most of the time I’m just blowing off steam
And I wish to God you’d leave me
Baby I wish to God you’d stay
Life’s so different than it is in your dreams

So please call me, baby
Wherever you are
It’s too cold to be out walking in the streets
We do crazy things when we’re wounded
Everyone’s a bit insane
I don’t want you catching your death of cold
Out walking in the rain

—-
as a last thought this afternoon this came bubbling up. as everything that I espouse it means nothing but helps clear my head. even briefly. even between the tears.

When I care about someone
and they’re in pain
I try so hard to cut them some slack
sometimes the karma comes back for good
there is only this moment
how fucking zen can you get.

~miss r

Currently listening:
Closing Time
By: Tom Waits
Release date: 12 October, 1990

3 thoughts on “please call me baby

  1. You have great taste. Tom is my favorite.

    I’ve been listening to THE HEART OF SATURDAY NIGHT a lot lately, but CLOSING TIME is an all-time classic, too, of course.

    Kudos on being awesome.

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  2. heart of saturday may be my favorite tom waits album. how can one not love a piano-playing love-lorn inebriate?
    mmmm sounds familiar

    you’re clearly a man of fine taste and erudition. and oh yeah some fuckin’ kick-ass rarefied taste

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  3. Thank you. To be honest, I prefer old-school Tom, where he was a drunken bluesy troubadour over new-style Tom, where he’s a demented folk-prog hipster.

    Call me old-fashioned.

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