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Time
Tom Waits Lyrics


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Well, the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you're east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
His invisible fiancee's in the mirror
And the band is going home, it's raining hammers, it's raining nails
And it's true there's nothing left for him down here

And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time, that you love
And it's time, time, time

And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget
That history puts a saint in every dream

Well, she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off
But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit
And Mathilda asks the sailors "are those dreams or are those prayers?"
So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit

Oh, it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time that you love
And it's time, time, time

Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
And when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips
As the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again

Oh, it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time that you love
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time that you love
And it's time, time, time

Overall Meaning

Tom Waits's song "Time" is a haunting and melancholy tale of lost dreams, forgotten memories, and the ravages of time. The imagery in the song is vivid and evocative, painting a picture of a world that has lost its way and is searching for something to hold onto.


The first verse sets the scene, with the "smart money" placing their bets on Harlow, while the shadow boys break the law. The singer finds himself in East Saint Louis, with the wind making speeches and the rain applauding. Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon, while his invisible fiancée looks on from the mirror. The band is going home in the rain, and there's nothing left for Napoleon down here. The chorus repeats the word "time" three times, emphasizing its importance.


The second verse begins with people pretending to be orphans, with memories that get smaller as they pull away. Unforgettable things are forgotten, and history puts a saint in every dream. A woman named Mathilda asks sailors if their dreams are prayers, and the singer tells his son to close his eyes so it won't hurt a bit. The chorus repeats twice more, with the same haunting melody.


The final verse is about a "calendar girl" who laments the state of things. Boys dive off cars and splash into the street, and when they're on a roll, the girl pulls a razor from her boot, and pigeons fall around her feet. The singer tells someone to put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips, and to pay the fiddler off until he comes back again. The final repetition of the chorus brings the song to a close, leaving us with the sense that time is slipping away, and there's nothing we can do to stop it.


Line by Line Meaning

Well, the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street
The prevailing sentiment is that Harlow will succeed and the moon is visible in the night sky


And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
There are delinquents who are violating the norms of society


And you're east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches
You are located in an area that is not well-regarded, and the wind is chattering audibly


And the rain sounds like a round of applause
The precipitation is thudding like the audience's applause


And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
Napoleon, fictional or not, is crying at a casino or bar filled with people enjoying themselves


His invisible fiancee's in the mirror
His fiancée, who cannot be seen, is reflected in the glass


And the band is going home, it's raining hammers, it's raining nails
The musical performers are departing and the precipitation is falling painfully


And it's true there's nothing left for him down here
There is genuinely nothing remaining for him here


And it's time, time, time
It is now the time


And it's time, time, time
It is now the time


And it's time, time, time, that you love
You must embrace the present moment


And it's time, time, time
It is now the time


And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train
They are deceiving themselves into believing they are alone, and past experiences are rapidly fading away


You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
You can perceive it as it diminishes in the distance


And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget
The things you are unable to recollect are dictating the things you are unable to dismiss


That history puts a saint in every dream
The past is viewed in a disproportionate manner, idealizing certain elements


Well, she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off
She promised to wait until the wounds healed


But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit
However, these excessively dependent individuals are unable to stop


And Mathilda asks the sailors "are those dreams or are those prayers?"
Mathilda is inquisitive and queries the seamen regarding their thoughts


So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit
Try not to think about the painful experience and everything will be alright


Oh, it's time, time, time
It is now the time


And it's time, time, time
It is now the time


And it's time, time, time that you love
You must cherish the present


And it's time, time, time
It is now the time


Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The situation is not ideal for the girl in the calendar


The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
The youths recklessly leap from the vehicles and plummet down into the road


And when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
When they are getting into the groove, she takes out a blade from her footwear


And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
A multitude of birds collapse by her toes


So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips
Place a candle in the window and tenderly embrace him


As the dish outside the window fills with rain
Rain collects in the receptacle outside the window


Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
Similar to a foreigner infiltrating your emotions


And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again
Pay what is owed to any aggrieved parties until I return


And it's time, time, time
It is now the time


And it's time, time, time
It is now the time


And it's time, time, time that you love
You must value the present


And it's time, time, time
It is now the time




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, JALMA MUSIC
Written by: Thomas Alan Waits

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@MrSirDrew

lyrics

Well the smart money's on Harlow
And the moon is in the street
The shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you're east of East St. Louis
And the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon
His invisible fiance is in the mirror
The band is going home
It's raining hammers, it's raining nails
Yes, it's true, there's nothin' left for him down here

And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
That you love
And it's Time Time Time

And they all pretend they're Orphans
And their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can't remember
Tell the things you can't forget that
History puts a saint in every dream

Well she said she'd stick around
Until the bandages came off
But these mamas boys just don't know when to quit
And Matilda asks the sailors are those dreams
Or are those prayers?'
So just close your eyes, son
And this won't hurt a bit

And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
That you love
And it's Time Time Time

Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars
And splash into the street
And when she's on a roll she pulls a razor
From her boot and a thousand
Pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window
And a kiss upon his lips
Till the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off till I come back again

Oh, it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time

And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
That you love
And it's Time Time Time



All comments from YouTube:

@pointblack808

Some time ago I realized that when I'm extremely happy I always listen to sad songs. Then I concluded that there's no such thing as a sad song.

@aalihte3378

that's the most beautiful thing i've read in forever.

@Scotty_Russell_Music

I'm a bit of a bitter cynic normally but I feel unable to disagree!

@justnotme3599

this song is so gay. had to stop it at 3.46

@peyvandrasouli6728

pointblack808 so true

@gregorysullivan7175

Amen.

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@kimbeatty174

I'm here bc of Gilmore Girls: A Year In the Life. Such a sad moment knowing Richard had died but also such a beautiful tribute to the legacy of Edward Hermann. RIP. And I had never heard this song before but I love it.

@tomwaits264

It has been a perfect playing for me having a lovely and awesome Fan like you, thanks for your love, I have you mostly to be thankful for 🎻🌹🎻🌹🎻🌹

@taneedley

I know this is a really late reply, I finally got around to watching the Gilmore girls this year, I was so incredibly excited that Lorelei had the same passion that I did for Tom Waits. It made her so relatable to me.

@jackpatrue9676

Peaky Blinders for me

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