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Tom Waits : Orphans: Bastards
2006


  1. What Keeps Mankind Alive?
  2. Children's Story
  3. Heigh-Ho
  4. Two Sisters
  5. Home I'll Never Be
  6. Poor Little Lamb
  7. Altar Boy

What Keeps Mankind Alive?

<Kurt Weill, Bertolt Brecht>
You gentlemen who think you have a mission To purge us of the seven deadly sins Should first sort out the basic food position Then start your preaching, that's where it begins You lot who preach restraint and watch your waist as well Should learn for once the way the world is run However much you twist, or whatever lies that you tell Food is the first thing morals follow on So first make sure that those who are now starving Get proper helpings when we all start carving What keeps mankind alive What keeps mankind alive The fact that millions Are daily tortured, stifled, punished, silenced and oppressed Mankind can keep alive thanks to its brilliance In keeping its humanity repressed For once you must try not to shrink the facts Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts


Children's Story

Once upon a time there was a poor child With no father and no mother And everything was dead And no one was left in the whole world Everything was dead And the child went on search day and night And since nobody was left on the earth He wanted to go up into the heavens And the moon was looking at him so friendly And when he finally got to the moon The moon was a piece of rotten wood And then he went to the sun And when he got there the sun was a wilted sunflower And when he got to the stars they were little golden flies Stuck up there like the shrike sticks 'em on a blackthorn And when he wanted to go back down to earth The earth was an overturned piss pot And he was all alone And he sat down and he cried And he is there till this day All alone (OK, there's your story, night night)


Heigh-Ho

<Frank Churchill, Larry Morey>
Well we dig, dig, dig Well we dig in our mine the whole day through Dig, dig, dig, that is what we like to do It ain't no trick to get rich quick If you dig, dig, dig, with a shovel and a pick Dig, dig, dig, the whole day through Got to dig, dig, dig, it's what we like to do In our mine, in our mine Where a million diamonds shine We got to dig, dig, dig, from the morning till the night Dig, dig, dig, up everything in sight We got to dig, dig, dig In our mine, in our mine Dig up diamonds by the score A thousand rubies, sometimes more But we don't know what we are digging for Heigh-ho Heigh-ho It's off to work we go We keep on singing all day long Heigh-ho Heigh-ho Heigh-ho Got to make your troubles go Well, you keep on singing all day long Heigh-ho Heigh-ho Heigh-ho


Two Sisters

<Trad; Child 10; Roud 8>
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There was an old woman lived by the seashore
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Bow and balance to me!
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There was an old woman lived by the seashore
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A number of daughters, one two three four
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And I'll be true to my love
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If my love will be true to me
There was a young man come there to see them Bow and balance to me! There was a young man come there to see them And the oldest one got stuck on him And I'll be true to my love If my love will be true to me He bought the youngest a beaver hat Bow and balance to me! He bought the youngest a beaver hat And the oldest one got mad at that And I'll be true to my love If my love will be true to me Oh sister, oh sister, let's walk the seashore Bow and balance to me! Oh sister, oh sister, let's walk the seashore And see the ships as they're sailing on And I'll be true to my love If my love will be true to me While these two sisters were walking the shore Bow and balance to me! While these two sisters were walking the shore The oldest pushed the youngest o'er And I'll be true to my love If my love will be true to me Oh sister, oh sister, please lend me your hand Bow and balance to me! Oh sister, oh sister, please lend me your hand And you will have Willy and all of his land Then I'll be true to my love If my love will be true to me I never, I never will lend you my hand Bow and balance to me! I never, I never will lend you my hand But I'll have Willy and all of his land And I'll be true to my love If my love will be true to me Sometimes she sank and sometimes she swam Bow and balance to me! Sometimes she sank and sometimes she swam Until she came to the old mill dam And I'll be true to my love If my love will be true to me The miller he got his fishing hook Bow and balance to me! The miller he got his fishing hook And fished that maiden out of the brook And I'll be true to my love If my love will be true to me Oh miller, oh miller, here's five gold rings Bow and balance to me! Oh miller, oh miller, here's five gold rings To push the maiden in again And I'll be true to my love If my love will be true to me The miller received those five gold rings Bow and balance to me! The miller received those five gold rings And pushed that maiden in again And I'll be true to my love If my love will be true to me The miller was hung in the old mill gate Bow and balance to me! The miller was hung in the old mill gate For drowning little sister Kate And I'll be true to my love If my love will be true to me


Home I'll Never Be

Well I left New York in nineteen forty-nine To go across the country without a dad blamed dime Montana in the cold, cold fall I found my father in a gambling hall Father, father, where have you been? I've been out in the world since I was only ten Father, father, where have you been? I've been out in the world since I was only ten Don't worry about me, about to die of pleurisy Cross the Mississippa Cross the Tennessee Cross the Niagara Home I'll never be Home in old Medora Home in ol' Truckee Apalachicola Home I'll never be For better or for worse, or thick and thin I've been married to the little woman God he loves me just like I love him I want you to do just the same for him Well the worms eat away But don't worry, watch the wind So I left Montana on an old freight train The night my father died in the cold, cold rain Rode to Opelousas Rode to Wounded Knee Rode to Ogallala Home I'll never be Rode to Oklahoma Rode to El Cajon Rode to old Tehatchapi Rode to San Antone Home I'll never be


Poor Little Lamb

Poor little lamb, now his fleece is all cold Wakes up in the morning alone Poor little lamb, knows what's coming Life is an empty cup Poor little lamb, watch your shoulder Coyote's waiting out there Nobody will get any older If we don't find a way out of here So let's go on a bummer this summer Where we won't have to be afraid The world will be on a hummer boys And we'll laugh and we'll drink lemonade


Altar Boy

He's an ol' altar boy Lying out there in the street He's an ol' altar boy Bound up in leather and chains That's why I'm feeling so blue I'm an old altar boy What about you? Now I can order in Latin? Make 'em au gratin Joe I'm an old altar boy That's why I'm so depressed I never got the rest of the dream Just the ritual, now I'm habitual Majoring in crimes that are unspeakable 'Cause I'm an old altar boy That's what happened to me I'm an old altar boy He's hoping he can meet a woman dressed like a nun He knows there's got to be some around here Drinking across from the church A little Father Cribari wine On a Sunday morning time I'm an old altar boy Why is he winking at this time in his life? He never took a wife 'Cause he's an old altar boy, oh yeah What about you?