Tom Waits For Nobody

Poor Edward

Poor Edward is 'n ware verhaal van 'n man Edward Mordake wat in die laat 18e eeu in Engeland met twee gesigte gebore was.Hy het 'n vrou se gesig (sy sussie?) agter op sy kop gehad. Die gesig kon nie eet of praat nie maar soos die lied gaan, kon die lag en huil. Edward was 'n erfgenaam in een van die rykste families in die Britse adelstand. Hy was glo besonder skrander, aantreklik en 'n akademikus.

Hy het egter aan slaaploosheid gely omdat die tweeling gesig in die nag vir hom gefluister het.

Geen dokter was in daardie tyd bereid om die gesig te verwyder nie. Edward het toe op 23 jarige ouderdom homself opgehang.

Tom het hierdie lied geskryf en opgeneem in sy 2002 opera- Alice.

Did you hear the news about Edward?

On the back of his head he had another face

Was it a woman's face or a young girl?

They said to remove it would kill him

So poor Edward was doomed

The face could laugh and cry

It was his devil twin

And at night she spoke to him

Things heard only in hell

But they were impossible to separate

Chained together for life

Finally the bell tolled his doom

He took a suite of rooms

And hung himself and her from the balcony irons

Some still believe he was freed from her

But I knew her too wellI say she drove him to suicide

And took poor Edward to hell

TomWaits op sy beste, die man wat sê:

"I don't have a drinking problem ‘cept when I can't get a drink"

My kids are starting to notice I'm a little different from the other dads. "Why don't you have a straight job like everyone else?" they asked me the other day. I told them this story: In the forest, there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. Every day, the straight tree would say to the crooked tree, "Look at me...I'm tall, and I'm straight, and I'm handsome. Look at you...you're all crooked and bent over. No one wants to look at you." And they grew up in that forest together. And then one day the loggers came, and they saw the crooked tree and the straight tree, and they said, "Just cut the straight trees and leave the rest." So the loggers turned all the straight trees into lumber and toothpicks and paper. And the crooked tree is still there, growing stronger and stranger every day.