Nighthawk Postcards
Tom Waits Lyrics


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There's a blur drizzle down the plate glass
As a neon swizzle stick stirrin' up the sultry night air
And a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon
Rollin' maverick across an obsidian sky
As the busses go groanin' and wheezin'
Down on the corner I'm freezin'
On a restless boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town from easy street

With the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners
On the stroll
And the buildings towering high above
Lit like dominoes or black dice
All the used car salesmen dressed up in
Purina Checkerboard slacks
And Foster Grant wrap-around,
Pacing in front of Earl Schlieb
$39.95 merchandise

Like barkers at a shootin' gallery
They throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like your money
Just as well as anybody else's here"
Or they give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker born every minute
You just happened to be comin' along at the right time"
Come over here now

You know, all the harlequin sailors are on the stroll
In a search of "Like new," "new paint,"
Decent factory air and am-fm dreams
And the piss yellow gypsy cabs
Stacked up in the taxi zones waitin' like
Pinball machines
To be ticking off a joy ride to a magical place

Waitin' in line like "truckers welcome" diners
With dirt lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, Jimmy's and the like, and
They're highballing' with bankrupt brakes, over driven
Under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short
But Christ I got my lips around a bottle and
My foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner




Standin' on the corner like a "just in town"
Jasper, on a street corner with a gasper loo

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Tom Waits's song "Nighthawk Postcards" paint a vivid picture of a restless night in the city. The singer describes the scene outside, where a blur drizzle down the plate glass and a neon swizzle stick stir up the sultry night air. He also observes the yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon rolling maverick across an obsidian sky. As busses go groaning and wheezing past the corner, the singer is freezing on a restless boulevard at a midnight road, across town from easy street.


The scene described in the song is further populated with various characters - tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners on the stroll, buildings towering high above, used car salesmen dressed up in Purina Checkerboard slacks and Foster Grant wrap-around pacing in front of their merchandise. The singer also notes the harlequin sailors on the stroll, in search of "like new," "new paint," decent factory air, and am-fm dreams. Finally, the singer himself is standing on the corner, like a "just in town" Jasper, with a gasper (cigarette) in his mouth and his foot on the throttle.


The song paints a bleak but irresistible picture of the city at night, full of temptation and danger. The bleakness is reflected not only in the cold and the dirty streets, but also in the desperate characters looking for an escape from their mundane lives.


Line by Line Meaning

There's a blur drizzle down the plate glass
The rain is splattering on the window with a blurry effect


As a neon swizzle stick stirrin' up the sultry night air
The neon lights are creating a nice atmosphere


And a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon
The moon looks like a yellow biscuit that is rolling abruptly


Rollin' maverick across an obsidian sky
The moon is rolling across a dark, black sky


As the busses go groanin' and wheezin'
The buses are making a lot of noise


Down on the corner I'm freezin'
The singer is cold while standing on the corner


On a restless boulevard at a midnight road
The singer is on a street at night that is full of energy


I'm across town from easy street
The artist is far away from a comfortable life


With the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners
There are a lot of people gathered around the artist


On the stroll
People are walking around aimlessly


And the buildings towering high above
The buildings are very tall and stretch into the sky


Lit like dominoes or black dice
The buildings are brightly lit and look like a set of dominoes or black dice


All the used car salesmen dressed up in
People who work at a used car dealership are dressed in


Purina Checkerboard slacks
Patterned pants


And Foster Grant wrap-around,
Sunglasses


Pacing in front of Earl Schlieb
Salespeople are walking in front of a specific business


$39.95 merchandise
The products for sale are priced at $39.95


Like barkers at a shootin' gallery
The salespeople are like carnival barkers


They throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
People are being sold to in an entertaining manner


"Hello sucker, we like your money
The salespeople are friendly, but their ultimate goal is to take the buyer's money


Just as well as anybody else's here"
Their goal is the same as all other salespeople


Or they give you the P.T. Barnum bit
Salespeople give a spiel similar to P.T. Barnum


"There's a sucker born every minute
There is someone who will fall for a scam every minute


You just happened to be comin' along at the right time"
The buyer is in the right place at the right time


Come over here now
The salespeople want the buyer to come over to where they are


You know, all the harlequin sailors are on the stroll
People who are dressed in flashy clothing are walking around aimlessly


In a search of "Like new," "new paint,"
People are looking for things that are like new and have a fresh coat of paint


Decent factory air and am-fm dreams
People are interested in buying vehicles with good automobile factory air conditioning and AM-FM radios


And the piss yellow gypsy cabs
Yellow taxis are sitting in the taxi zone


Stacked up in the taxi zones waitin' like
The taxis are lined up and waiting like a bunch of pinball machines


Pinball machines
The taxis are lined up closely like a row of pinball machines


To be ticking off a joy ride to a magical place
The taxis are waiting to take people on a fun ride to a special destination


Waitin' in line like "truckers welcome" diners
The taxis are lined up in a fashion that is similar to how truck stops and diners say 'truckers welcome'


With dirt lots full of
The area is filled with parking lots that are full of


Peterbilts, Kenworths, Jimmy's and the like, and
There are large trucks and other similar vehicles parked everywhere


They're highballin' with bankrupt brakes, over driven
The drivers of these vehicles drive very fast and are not very good at driving


Under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short
The drivers are not paid enough, but they eat a lot and are behind schedule and have no money left over


But Christ I got my lips around a bottle and
The singer has a bottle and is taking a drink


My foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner
The singer is standing on the corner with their foot on the gas pedal


Standin' on the corner like a "just in town"
The artist is standing on the corner like a tourist


Jasper, on a street corner with a gasper loo
The artist is on the street corner with a lit cigarrette in their mouth




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: TOM WAITS

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Geezer Gonewild

One of his best poems, IMHO. A masterpiece. Pure genius!

RYAN LARSON

I'm not an enormous Tom Waits fan, but I love this album.

pnwoods

How is it this Album, in particular, this accurate tale chronicle of the human condition, receives not even a passing mention in Tom Waits Wikipedia?
Everyone has their own 'keeper' album list. This one's on mine. Indebted to your music, Mr. Waits. Thank you.

Chuck Abbate

The musicianship is just top flite....

419 Buckeye

You have to be kidding me this is his best when I first heard of him this is the album people told me to check out lol

Voklst Westie

The master at work...

J Luther

Doing funny things with the Air. Yes Mr Waits you certainly are..

Daniel Bachar

Brilliant!!!

porcupinecone

...the ghost of Gene Krupa with an overhead cam and glasspacks...
Man, oh man

Hey You

not only arcades…….arts and crafts as well

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