He started his career in the early 1970s as a singer in spit 'n' sawdust bars. Initially, he was deeply influenced by the beat generation, novelists like Jack Kerouac and William S. Burroughs, and poets like Allen Ginsberg and Charles Bukowski. Waits is often compared to Charles Bukowski, being similar both in content and lifestyle
Waits was unable to make a living from his music in the 70s because his classical bar music, based in pre-rock, and Americana, blues, and Vaudeville styles were not popular. Waits's voice back then was soft, warm and clear.
Waits subsequently developed a devoted cult following and has influenced subsequent songwriters, despite having little radio or music video support. In fact, his songs are perhaps best known to the general public in the form of cover versions of more visible artists, such as the Eagles, Bruce Springsteen and Rod Stewart.
Although Waits’s albums have met with mixed commercial success in his native United States, they have occasionally achieved gold album sales status in other countries.
Lyrically, Waits's songs are known for atmospheric portrayals of seedy characters and places; he sings about the losers on the streets: alcoholics, junkies, prostitutes and social outcasts, although he also includes more conventional and touching ballads in his repertoire.
While opening for Frank Zappa, the audience catcalled and refused to listen to him; he was an unsuitable match with Zappa's avantgarde style.
Countless cigarettes, gallons of alcohol and many all night parties eventually left their trace in his face and voice.
His more recent gravelly voice can be first heard on Small Change. This distinctive voice turned out to be his trademark. It is described by the Music Hound Rock Album Guide as sounding "like it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months and then taken outside and run over with a car". Small Change with its sentimental ballads, its bar-jazz attitude and Film Noir-oriented stories turned out to be his biggest commercial success in the 1970s.
Waits subsequently developed a more unique style. His songs have grown more abrasive since then, and the arrangements have turned more surreal and experimental with every new record. His life brings him to new visions, as indicated by the direction taken in his "Alice" release.
While composing the soundtrack for Francis Ford Coppola's One From The Heart Waits met Kathleen Brennan, his bride-to-be. They married in 1980 and she helped him quit drinking and smoking. Since their marriage they have been working together on his albums as co-producers and co-writers. It is hard to say which part belongs to her and which to him, but it's easy to see that they make a perfect team. Additionally, his eldest son Casey can be heard on turntables and percussion on Waits's album "Real Gone".
One of Waits's greatest successes was the album "Swordfishtrombones", released in 1983. It struck with his critics and fans alike. He achieved a new level of song writing and left former conventions (and his earlier career) behind. All songs, whether ballads, jive or jazz are played in a completely different way. It seems that Waits had taken the musical archetypes of these styles and made them his own. All tracks are in the quintessential Waits style. They have a striking rawness and listenability and they set the stage for his success and his future career.
The Bad As Me Songfacts reports that 36 years after the release of Waits' first album, Closing Time in 1973, Bad As Me became Waits's first ever top 10 album in the US when it debuted at #6 with 63,000 sales.
In the late 1980s Waits discovered an outlet for his creativity in composing musicals. His first Musical was named "The Black Rider", and is based on "Der Freischütz" by Carl Maria von Weber. It was co-produced by Robert Wilson and the lyrics come from William S. Burroughs. The story is slightly reminiscent of Kurt Weil's and Berthold Brecht's "Three Penny Opera" and the 1930s. The debut performance of the play was in 1990 at the Thalia Theater, Hamburg and has been played by various theatre groups since then.
Waits was also responsible for two other musicals, which later became albums released simultaneously in 2002. One was the musical "Blood Money," which covers the "Woyczek" theme of Georg Büchner. This one is one of the darkest works from Waits. The other musical is based on Lewis Carroll's classic children's novel, "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland". "Alice" is very romantic, dreamy and soft, and contains one of Waits most romantic songs. Even though they were released at the same time, the bootlegs of the "Alice" musical were long before traded between fans and were just rearranged and re-mastered for the official release.
Besides many film contributions as composer – the Internet Movie Database imdb.com lists 47 appearances of Waits as composer and 38 soundtracks containing songs by Waits - he also is an actor with a total of 25 appearances, ranging from some mini-roles as a trumpeter in "Heart of Saturday Night" and the R. M. Renfield in "Bram Stoker's Dracula" to the major role of Zack in Jim Jarmusch's "Down by Law". He recently appeared in Roberto Benigni's "The Tiger and the Snow", playing You Can Never Hold Back Spring at Benigni's wedding dream. Even more recently, Waits played Mr.Nick (the Devil) in Terry Gilliam's "The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus".
In addition to a number of concert videos, he also appeared in the critically-acclaimed concert feature film "Big Time" (1990).
Waits has always refused to allow the use of his songs in commercials. He has filed several lawsuits against advertisers for using his material without permission. Waits also successfully sued an advertiser for using a work that was stylistically similar to his work, after he had declined to sell them the rights to his song. He has been quoted as saying, "Apparently the highest compliment our culture grants artists nowadays is to be in an ad — ideally naked and purring on the hood of a new car. I have adamantly and repeatedly refused this dubious honor."
Hey! What? Hey!
Tom Waits Lyrics
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And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark-raving mad,
And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made
And his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill,
And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins,
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said "buddy, come on in, 'cause
Now that small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight"
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the burglar alarm's been disconnected,
And the newsmen start to rattle
And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the fifth amendment
And the furniture is bargains galore
But the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floor
And what a hot rain on forty-second street,
And now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic with stains on his pants, 'cause
Cause small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And no one's gone over to close his eyes
And there's a racing form in his pocket,
Circled "blue boots" in the third
And the cashier at the clothing store didn't say a word
As the siren tears the night in half, and someone lost his wallet
Well, a surveillance of assailance, it that's what you want to call it
And the whores hike up their skirts and fish for drug-store prophylactics
With their mouths cut just like razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos
And her radiator's steaming and her teeth are in a wreck, and nah,
She won't let you kiss her, but what the hell do you expect?
And the gypsies are tragic and if you want to buy perfume,
Well, they'll bark you down like carneys, sell you Christmas cards in June, but
But small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And his headstone's a gumball machine,
No more chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams
Someone's hosing down the sidewalk, and he's only in his teens, 'cause
'cause small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And a fistful of dollars can't change that,
And someone copped his watch fob, and someone got his ring
And the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat
And the tuberculosis old men at the nelson wheeze and cough
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off, 'cause
Cause small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight, yeah,
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
The lyrics of Tom Waits's song Hey! What? Hey! is a narrative about an eventful night in a seedy part of 42nd Street, where a man named "Small Change" got rained upon with his own thirty-eight. The scene is chaotic, with sirens blaring, naked mannequins and Cheshire grins, and the dreams that only walk with a limp, as there is no hope in this depressing and dangerous environment. The lyrics are full of vivid imagery that sets the tone for the song, as Waits describes the different characters, such as the cabbies, the raconteurs, and the roustabouts, all with a unique narrative of his own.
The lyrics also depict societal issues like crime, poverty, and addiction, as the scene of 42nd Street is not different from any other, which was notorious in the past for drug deals, prostitution, and other criminal activities. The song illustrates how things can go wrong and deteriorate with time, leaving everyone vulnerable in such an environment. The singer "Small Change" may have met his fate, but the world goes on, with the prostitutes still out on the streets, the drug addicts still chasing their fixes, and the old men still coughing and wheezing.
Overall, the song conveys a sense of hopelessness and despair, in a world where small changes don't make any difference, and everybody is just hoping to get by.
Line by Line Meaning
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
A poor man was killed and robbed of his thirty-eight revolver and the small change he carried.
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
Nobody reacted to the sound of the gunshot in the arcade.
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark-raving mad,
The neon lights and signs went wild, in a state of chaos that reflected the chaos of the situation.
And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made
The taxi drivers were the only ones benefiting from the scene, as there were more fares to be had due to the commotion.
And his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill,
The dead man's clothes were disarrayed and the sirens blared loudly.
And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
The small change that the man carried was in his hand, crumpled and useless now that he was dead.
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins,
The mannequins with their permanent and creepy smirks were watching the scene from the store windows.
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said "buddy, come on in, 'cause
The storytellers and carnival workers invited onlookers to join in the spectacle, almost as if it were a show.
Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now, they're walking with a limp
Even though the situation was grim, the people in the area were still hopeful and persevering.
And the burglar alarm's been disconnected,
The alarm system had been tampered with, likely by the criminals who killed the poor man.
And the newsmen start to rattle
Reporters began to clamor for information and interviews with witnesses or officials.
And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle
Police officers were making inappropriate and unprofessional jokes, perhaps to lighten the mood amidst such a dark event.
And the fire hydrants plead the fifth amendment
The fire hydrants, inanimate objects, seem to remain silent and unhelpful in the situation.
And the furniture is bargains galore
Even in the midst of chaos, bargain sales on furniture are still being advertised and advertised as usual.
But the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floor
The scene of the crime remains, with blood on the floor by the jukebox, a testimony to the violence that occurred.
And what a hot rain on forty-second street,
Despite the chaos, the weather remains hot and humid on the street.
And now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
The rain is so heavy that even umbrellas cannot protect people from getting wet.
And the newsboy's a lunatic with stains on his pants, 'cause
The newspaper boy is acting crazy, perhaps due to excitement or fear, and has likely wet his pants.
Cause small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
Again, the chorus repeats the central idea that the poor man was killed and robbed of his revolver and small change.
And no one's gone over to close his eyes
No one has come forward to attend to the dead man's body or even properly close his eyes.
And there's a racing form in his pocket,
An indication that the man might have been a gambler or interested in horse racing.
Circled "blue boots" in the third
More information about the racing form, perhaps with the man having circled a winning horse or bet.
And the cashier at the clothing store didn't say a word
Even though someone was killed right outside, the nearby cashier didn't comment or react to the situation.
As the siren tears the night in half, and someone lost his wallet
The sound of the police siren splits through the night, and someone may have been robbed in addition to the man being killed.
Well, a surveillance of assailance, it that's what you want to call it
The situation can be described as a surveillance of assailance, meaning a violent crime captured through surveillance.
And the whores hike up their skirts and fish for drug-store prophylactics
Prostitutes in the area are preparing for business again despite the violent event.
With their mouths cut just like razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos
The prostitutes are described in violent terms, with sharp and dangerous imagery used to describe them.
And her radiator's steaming and her teeth are in a wreck, and nah,
A woman, possibly a prostitute, has car troubles and is missing teeth.
She won't let you kiss her, but what the hell do you expect?
Despite her issues, the woman still wants to do business and doesn't want to be treated kindly.
And the gypsies are tragic and if you want to buy perfume,
Gypsy women are attempting to sell perfume in the area.
Well, they'll bark you down like carneys, sell you Christmas cards in June, but
They are persistent and will haggle with you like carnival workers, even selling Christmas cards in the wrong season.
And his headstone's a gumball machine,
The poor man's grave or memorial is cheap and insignificant, marked by a gumball machine.
No more chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams
The man who was killed can no longer enjoy anything in life, including the simple pleasures or his own hopes and ambitions.
Someone's hosing down the sidewalk, and he's only in his teens, 'cause
A young person is cleaning up the scene, a sad reminder of how young he is and what he's being exposed to.
'cause small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
The chorus repeats one more time, cementing the tragic event in the listener's mind.
And a fistful of dollars can't change that,
Even with money, one cannot change the violent and tragic nature of the world.
And someone copped his watch fob, and someone got his ring
More evidence that the dead man was robbed in addition to being killed.
And the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat
Even the newspaper boy took something from the scene, likely the dead man's hat.
And the tuberculosis old men at the nelson wheeze and cough
Even old and sickly men are present and suffering, making the situation even more tragic.
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off, 'cause
Someone will likely flee the scene until the situation has calmed down and is less dangerous.
Cause small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight, yeah,
The final repeat of the chorus, again emphasizing the tragedy of the events that unfolded.
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
The refrain repeats one final time, driving the tragedy of the event home and committing it to memory.
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Written by: TOM WAITS
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Elizabeth von Teig
RIP Hal Willner, producer of this beautiful album.
timfortune9
This is the version that the Dwarves were singing when they woke the Balrog.
Eduardo Corrochio
Something ripped from a nightmare, LOL. I remember when this album came out. Such an interesting concept and execution, and a real cool mix of artists.
Tarlo The Boar
This makes it sound like The Dwarves are Slaves or Orcs.
Marco Venieri
exactly, mostrous greedy orcs
Scott McClennon
Absolutely brilliantly sinister cover
pedro a. cantero
Esta marcha de los enanitos es la ostia, ¡en verso!
Jordan Taggart
This sounds like it would be a missing track from trout mask replica.
Eric Simpson
Who says thank you to all involved
Isaac Baranoff
If the Residents scored Snow White.