Music

10 Deep-Voiced Quotes from Tom Waits

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I’m one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone, its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music.

If people are a little nervous about approaching you at the market, it’s good. I’m not Chuckles The Clown. Or Bozo. I don’t cut the ribbon at the opening of markets. I don’t stand next to the mayor. Hit your baseball into my yard, and you’ll never see it again. 

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I don’t know if any genuine, meaningful change could ever result from a song. It’s kind of like throwing peanuts at a gorilla. 

This is about all the bad days in the world. I used to have some little bad days, and I kept them in a little box. And one day, I threw them out into the yard. “Oh, it’s just a couple little innocent bad days.” Well, we had a big rain. I don’t know what it was growing in but I think we used to put eggshells out there and coffee grounds, too. Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me. Choke those little bad days. Choke ’em down to nothin’. They’re your days. Choke ’em!

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A gentleman is someone who can play the accordion, but doesn’t.

and the earth died screaming, while I lay dreaming…

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Oh, I’m not a percussionist, I just like to hit things.

the earth is not my home, I’m just passing by

I hate Disneyland. It primes our kids for Las Vegas.

I’ve lost my equilibrium, my car keys, and my pride.

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