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Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis - Tom Waits And hey Charlie I think about you
Every time I pass a fillin' station
On account of all the grease
You used to wear in your hair
And I still have that record
Of Little Anthony and The Imperials
But someone stole my record player
How do you like that? "I was in Minneapolis - it was 200 degrees below zero - I know - you think I'm bullshitting, no, I swear to God, I was wearing just a bra and a slip and a kind of dead squirrel around my neck - he was colder than I was. The police cars would go by and they'd wave... Merry Xmas, Merry Xmas, Merry Xmas - anyway - I got caught in the middle of a pimp war between 2 kids in Chinchilla coats, they couldn't have been more than 13 years old- they're throwing knives and forks and spoons out into the street - it was deep - so I grabbed a ladle - and Dinah Washington was singing "Our Day Will Come" and I knew that was it." - Tom Waits, 1985
Tom Waits, to me, is one of the great American writers, writing lyrics (and music) that seem to have come from the darkest places on earth or the most poetic love songs written - in short, he's just a brilliant man.
Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis is one of his most tragic, most human songs. It's a first person series of letters from a prostitute to Charlie, whoever he is - she tells him her life, and you reach the final verse with a sad sense of knowing how it's going to end. The anomynity and silence of Charlie adds an extra layer of saddness - this man is this woman's final chance, the one she writes to, and we never know if he replies.
If you're new to Waits, this is a good place to start.
Listen to:
The Studio Version:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mxVo5mjK4eg A More Festive Live Version:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STXF9PZkjSQ