...yeah, that'd be me kids...
here's why:
ALICE by Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan
It's dreamy weather we're on You wave your crooked wand Along an icy pond With a frozen moon A murder of silhouette crows I saw...And the tears on my face And the skates on the pond they spell Alice I'll disappear in your name But you must wait for me Somewhere beneath the sea There's the wreck of a ship Your hair is like meadow grass On the tide And the raindrops on my window And the ice in my drink Baby all i can think of is Alice Arithmetic Arithmetock I turn the hands back on the clock How does the ocean rock the boat How did the razor find my throat The only strings that hold me here Are tangled up around the pier And so a secret kiss Brings madness with the bliss And I will think of this When I'm dead in my grave Set me adrift and I'm lost over there But I must be insane To go skating on your name And by tracing it twice I fell through the ice Of Alice There's onely Alice
i know i said i don't like capital letters but i have to write it as written right? right...
oh, and yeah, i'd fuck tom waits...that gravely voiced sex machine...well, i'm guessing he's a sex machine...
the point: how hot is it to have a song written about you by tom fuckin' waits?
xo alice.
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