Tom Waits : Orphans: Bastards
2006
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- What Keeps Mankind Alive?
- Children's Story
- Heigh-Ho
- Two Sisters
- Home I'll Never Be
- Poor Little Lamb
- 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
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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?