Lucky Day, The Black Rider, Tom Waits [221]

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Theatre-maker David Shopland joins his collaborator and returning guest Callum Hughes (plus the usual goofs Martin & Sam) to listen to this climactic track from The Black Rider. We discuss fusion of Waits’s traditional mode of writing with the theatrical context, the nature of his writing throughout the album, as well as the writing of Belle&Sebastian. Stick with us to the end of the episode for a brief bonus performance... website: songbysongpodcast.com twitter: @songbysongpod e-mail: [email protected] Music extracts used for illustrative/review purposes include: Lucky Day, The Black Rider, Tom Waits (1993) My Wandering Days Are Over, Tigermilk, Belle & Sebastian (1996) We think your Song by Song experience will be enhanced by hearing, in full, the songs featured in the show, which you can get hold of from your favourite record shop or online platform. Please support artists by buying their music, or using services which guarantee artists a revenue - listen responsibly. Lyrics - Lucky Day The prettiest girl  in all the world is in a little Spanish town but I left her for a Bonnie lass and I told her  I'd see her around But that Bonnie lass  and her heart of glass would not hold a candle  to bumming around so don't cry for me  for I'm going away and I'll be back some lucky day Tell the boys back home I'm doing just fine I left all my troubles and woe so sing about me for I can't come home I've many more miles to go Why there's Miss Kelsey you taught dance at our school and old Johnny O'Toole I'll still beat you at pool so don't cry for me for I'm going away and I'll be back some lucky day Now when I was a boy My daddy sat me on his knee And he told me He told me many things And he said son  There's alot of things in this world You're gonna have no use for And when you get blue  And you've lost all your dreams There's nothin like a campfire  And a can of beans Why there's Miss Kelsey She taught dance at our school And old Johnny O 'Toole I'll still beat you at pool So don't cry for me For I'm goin' away And I'll be back some lucky day