Walking Spanish, Rain Dogs, Tom Waits [122]
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For more Criminal activities, Lauren Spohrer and Phoebe Judge reunite with Martin and Sam for some prison-lingo dissection, attitudes towards vocal stylings and the archetypal biblical perp walk. Song by Song is Martin Zaltz Austwick and Sam Pay; two musicians listening to and discussing every single Tom Waits track in chronological order. website: songbysongpodcast.com twitter: @songbysongpod e-mail: [email protected] Music extracts used for illustrative/review purposes include: Walking Spanish, Rain Dogs, Tom Waits (1985) Black Steel, Maxinquaye, Tricky (1995) 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 - Walking Spanish He's got himself a homemade special You know his glass is full of sand And it feels just like a jaybird The way it fits into his hand He rolled a blade up in his trick towel They slap their hands against the wall You never trip, you never stumble He's walking spanish down the hall Slip him a picture of our Jesus Or give him a spoon to dig a hole What all he done ain't no one's business But he'll need blankets for the cold They dim the lights over on Broadway Even the king has bowed his head Every face looks right up at Mason He's walking spanish down the hall Latella's screeching for a blind pig Punk Sander's carved it out of wood He never sang when he got hoodwinked They tried it all but he never would Tomorrow morning there'll be laundry But he'll be somewhere else to hear the call Don't say good bye he's just leavin' early He's walking spanish down the hall All St. Bartholomew said was whispered Into the ear of Blind Jack Dawes All the Baker told the machine Was that he never broke the law Go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate Take off your watch, your rings and all Even Jesus wanted just a little more time When he was walking spanish down the hall