Harbor Lights - Elvis Presley (1954)

I'm sure the Keeper of the Graveyard would appreciate this

Tom Waits Dublin 2008 31.07.08

This old clotheshorse wishes he could have been there. Sorry Keeper of the Graveyard.

Tom Waits Dublin 2008 31.07.08

The Keeper of the Park - Coz He Has No Time

Showbiz.ie trying to get a photo of the Keeper on the streets of Dublin bemoaning their bad luck.

Comments anyone:

"celebrities eh?"...........lads if ye had any idea of how stupid that sounds when ur talkin bout tom waits......the man couldnt be further from that,ever wonder why ye wouldnt know him from a line up.........coz he has no time for the rubbish that goes with so called "celebrity".........unlike most of the bimbos on this!


"Waits is a TOTAL legend. Great concert in the pheonix park last night, best I've been at in a long time. TOM WAITS IS A GOD!!!!"

You Dated My Mother - Tom Waits Press Conference

The Keeper of the Graveyard dated my mother too. She is not doing well.

Vietnam - Don't Even Turn The Car Off

This Old Clotheshorse likes the sweater, the turned up sleeves, the tall neck. Oh yeah the flowers in the gun barrels too. So I am wondering about the hipster in question and turn to The Keeper of the Graveyard since I know he knows these things.

Turns out the hipster is none other than Joel Tournabene.

"So who's Joel Tournabene, Tom?"

"He's in the concrete biz. Mob guy. He was the grandson of Sam Giancana from Chicago. He did some yard work for me, and I hung out with him most of the time. He died in Mexico about five years ago. He was a good friend of [producer/composer] Hal Wilner, and he was a good guy. He had an errant--I don't know how to put this--he used to go around, and when he saw something he liked in somebody's yard, he would go back that night with a shovel, dig it up and plant it in your yard. We used to get a kick out of that. So I stopped saying, 'I really like that rosebush, I really like that banana tree, I really like that palm.' Because I knew what it meant. He came over once with twelve chickens as a gift. My wife said, 'Joel, don't even turn the car off. Turn that car around and take those chickens back where you found them.' He was a good friend, one of the wildest guys I've ever known."

"How's It Gonna End?"

"...Drag your wagon and your plow

Over the bones of the dead

Out among the roses and the weeds

You can never go back

And the answer is no

And wishing for it only

Makes it bleed

Joel Tornabene was broken

On the wheel..."

Down At The Tropicana

Thing is, we are down at the Tropicana.

Rikki is in the background,

soon to take the foreground.

What a vagabond.

Singing 'Easy Money' at The Troubadour

gotta ask yourself, what for?

Some romantic dreamer

stuck in the wrong time zone.

Gotta buy a pair of high heels

falling off your shoes in low style

Santa Monica Boulevard

looking like a little girl.

I wish I was in New Orleans

stealing my own car

with a beret and a mojo

taking it all too far.

Just swimming and imagining

feeling like a movie star

Little Amy playing pi-an-o

singing Wish Upon A Star.

Walking round the same streets

jazz side of life.

I really am that girl.

I'm really not that wife.

Young blood and coolsville

Chuck. E.'s out of love

lost in the bullshit

swallowed up in drugs.

Filling in the darkness

L.A. streets at night

things I saw as a little girl

empty and quiet.

Life, so serious

and hard

and cruel.