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Tom Waits: Frank's Wild Years

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	Label:	Island Records
	Released:	1987.08.01
	Time:	56:41
	Category:	Progressive Rock
	Producer(s):	Tom Waits
	Rating:	*******... (7/10)
	Media type:	CD
	Web address:	www.anti.com
	Appears with:
	Purchase date:	2001.04.28
	Price in €:	6,99

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[1] Hang on St. Christopher (Waits) - 2:46
[2] Straight to the Top (Cohen/Waits) - 2:30
[3] Blow Wind Blow (Waits) - 3:35
[4] Temptation (Waits) - 3:53
[5] Innocent When You Dream [Barroom] (Waits) - 4:16
[6] I'll Be Gone (Brennan/Waits) - 3:12
[7] Yesterday Is Here (Brennan/Waits) - 2:31
[8] Please Wake Me Up (Brennan/Waits) - 3:35
[9] Frank's Theme (Waits) - 1:49
[10] More Than Rain (Waits) - 3:52
[11] Way Down in the Hole (Waits) - 3:30
[12] Straight to the Top [Vegas] (Cohen/Waits) - 3:26
[13] I'll Take New York (Waits) - 3:58
[14] Telephone Call from Istanbul (Waits) - 3:11
[15] Cold Cold Ground (Waits) - 4:07
[16] Train Song (Waits) - 3:20
[17] Innocent When You Dream 78 (Waits) - 3:10

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TOM WAITS - Organ, Guitar, Conga, Drums, Tambourine, Vocals, Mellotron, Farfisa Organ, Pump Organ, Optigan

MARC RIBOT - Banjo, Guitar
JAY ANDERSON - Bass
WILLIAM SCHIMMEL - Organ, Piano, Accordion, Oump Organ, Bass Pedals
RALPH CARNEY - Violin, Bariton Horn, Saxophone, Tenor Saxophone
LARRY TAYLOR - Bass, Upright Bass
MICHAEL BLAIR - Percussion, Conga, Drums, Glockenspiel, Maraccas, Marimba, Bells
GREG COHEN - Bass, Alto Horn, Bass Pedals
DAVID HIDALGO - Accordion
MORIS TEPPER - Guitar
FRANCIS THUMM - Organ, Piano, Oumöp Organ

ANGELA BROWN - Backing Vocals
LESLIE HOLLAND - Backing Vocals
LYNNE JORDAN - Backing Vocals

BIFF DAWES - Engineer, Mixing
TCHAD BLAKE - Engineer
LORITA DELACERNA - Engineer
DAVE GLOVER - Engineer
MIKE KLOSTER - Engineer
DANNY RAY LEAKE - Engineer
DAVID KNIGHT - Engineer
BILL HIGHLEY - Engineer
STEPHEN SHELTON - Engineer
HOWIE WEINBERG - Mastering
ELLEN SMITH - Assistant Producer
JEFF PRICE - Art Direction
FRANKIE DOCTOR - Project Coordinator
MATHILDE LEMANN - Make-Up

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1987 CD Island 422-842357-2
1987 LP Island 422-842357-1
1987 CS Island 422-842357-4

Tom Waits wrote a song called "Frank's Wild Years" for his 1983 Swordfishtrombones album, then used the title (minus its apostrophe) for a musical play he wrote with his wife, Kathleen Brennan, and toured with in 1986. The Franks Wild Years album, drawn from the show, is subtitled, "un operachi romantico in two acts," though the songs themselves do not carry the plot. Rather, this is just the third installment in Waits' eccentric series of Island Records albums in which he seems most inspired by German art song and carnival music, presenting songs in spare, stripped-down arrangements consisting of instruments like marimba, baritone horn, and pump organ and singing in a strained voice that has been artificially compressed and distorted. The songs themselves often are conventional romantic vignettes, or would be minus the oddities of instrumentation, arrangement, and performance. For example, "Innocent When You Dream," a song of disappointment in love and friendship, has a winning melody, but it is played in a seesaw arrangement of pump organ, bass, violin, and piano, and Waits sings it like an enraged drunk. (He points up the arbitrary nature of the arrangements by repeating "Straight to the Top," done as a demented rhumba in Act I, as a Vegas-style Frank Sinatra swing tune in Act II.) The result on record may not be theatrical, exactly, but it certainly is affected. It also has the quality of an inside joke that listeners are not being let in on.

William Ruhlmann, All-Music Guide

All the voices in Tom Waits' head come out on this CD: the growler (of course), the crooner, the preacher, the screecher, and the Vegas cheese ball. The instrumentation is equally eclectic. (Yep, that's Waits himself playing the "rooster" on the album's best song, "I'll Be Gone.") More memorable moments: "Innocent When You Dream" (both times), the vocal howling at the end of "Blow Wind Blow," and the lovely coughing fit after "I'll Take New York." Frank's Wild Years is the musical remains of a theatrical collaboration between Waits and Kathleen Brennan, originally staged in 1986. It contains nuggets of important practical advice, sure--"never drive a car when you're dead" (from "Telephone Call from Istanbul")--but mostly these songs are fantasy freaks. Frank's is big-time dreamer. It's a dreamy album. Sweet dreams.

Dan Leone, Amazon.com essential recording

Remember a song called "Frank's Wild Years" from Tom Waits' 1983 Sworfishtrombones LP? Well, Waits developed a full-length musical (that ran briefly in Chicago and will probably surface as a movie some day) around it, and has reworked the score (Un Operachi Romantico) to kind of implant the story inside the songs. The simplified story depicts our hero, Frank O'Brien (played brilliantly by Waits in the live production), as a broken down musician who leaves his small town blues with but a dream and a song ("Innocent When You Dream"), and wants to go "Straight To The Top." Frank gets more than he bargained for on his odyssey (something the record can't tell you), and dreams his way home to get a new lease on life. The score heads in the direction of his two previous records, pulling out all the stops in a bastard mix of broken down carnival songs, gospel lullabies, twisted tangos, opera, cabaret schmaltz, misguided Mariachi, lounge sleaze and more, all blessed by the ghost of Kurt Weil. Waits uses various combinations of piano, horn, guitar, bass and drums, adding a pump organ or mellotron there, a banjo or accordion here (Los Lobos' David Hidalgo guests on "Cold Cold Ground," a standout, and "Train Song") or the surprise glockenspiel and marimba. The arrangements, instrumentation, vocal delivery, lyrics and vivid imagination add up to the kind of brilliance Fellini gave us in La Dolce Vita. Pop the cork!

CMJ New Music Report Issue: 124 - Aug 14, 1987

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HANG ON ST. CHRISTOPHER

Hang on st. christopher through the smoke
and the oil
Buckle down the rumble seat
let the radiator boil
got an overhead downshift
and a two dollar grill
got an 85 cabin
on an 85 hill
Hang on st. christopher on the passenger side
open it up tonight the devil can ride
hang on st. christopher with a barrel house dog
kick me up mt. baldy
throw me out in the fog
tear a hole in the jack pot
drive a stake through his heart
do a 100 on the grapevine
do a jump on the start
hang on st. christopher now don't let me go
get me to reno and bring it in low, yeah
hang on st. christopher with the hammer to the floor
put a hi ball in the crank case
nail a crow to the door
get a bottle for the jockey
gimme a 294
there's a 750 norton bustin down january's door
hang on st. christopher on the passenger side
open it up tonight the devil can ride
hang on st. christopher now don't let me go
get to me reno got to bring it in low
put my baby on the flat car
got to burn down the caboose
get 'em all jacked up on whiskey
then we'll turn the mad dog loose
hang on st. christopher on the passenger side
open it up tonight the devil can ride

STRAIGHT TO THE TOP (RHUMBA)

I'm going straight to the top
oh yea up where the air is
fresh and clean
I'm going straight up to the top
if you know me, you know what I mean
I can't let sorrow
try and pull ol' Frankie down
live for tomorrow I have found you
I'm going straight up to the top
up where the air is fresh and clean
i know that I will never stop, oh no
until I know I'm wild and free
just like a champagne bubble
pop pop pop
I'm like those birdies
high up in the trees
I can't let sorrow
pull ol' Frankie down
live for tomorrow
I have found you
I'm going straight up to the top oh yeah
up where the air is fresh and clean

BLOW WIND BLOW

Mary's on the black top
There's a husband in
the dog house
In the middle of a shakedown
She got
quiet as a church mouose
She found Raleigh's on
the dashboard
Sugar daddy caught a polocar
Ain't no solitary
tap dance way down here
I swear I's riding
on a field mouse
we were dancin' in the slaughterhouse
If you swing along the beltway
then you skid along the all day
cause I went a little crazy
and I sat upon a high chair
And I'm smokin like a diesel
way out here
Blow wind blow - blow me away here -
blow wind blow (repeat)

TEMPTATION

Rusted brandy in a diamond glass
everything is made from dreams
time is made from honey slow and sweet
only the fools know what it means
temptation, temptation, temptation
oh, temptation, temptation, I can't resist
I know that she is made of smoke
but I've lost my way
she knows that I am broke
so that I must play
temptation, temptation, temptation
oh, whoa, temptation, temptation, I can't resist
Dutch pink and Italian blue
she is waiting there for you
my will has disappeared
now my confusion's oh so clear
temptation, temptation, temptation
whoa, whoa, temptation, temptation

INNOCENT WHEN YOU DREAM

The bats are in the belfry
the dew is on the moor
where are the arms that held me
and pledged her love before
and pledged her love before
Chorus:
It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream
Running through the graveyard
we laughed my friends and I
we swore we'd be together
until the day we died
until the day we died
Repeat chorus
I made a golden promise
that we would never part
I gave my love a locket
and then I broke her heart
and then I broke her heart
Repeat chorus

I'LL BE GONE

Tonight I'll shave the mountain
I'll cut the hearts from pharoahs
I pull the road off of the rise
tear the memories from my eyes
and in the morning I'll be gone
I drink 1000 shipwrecks
tonight I'll steal your paychecks
I paint the sheets across my bed
the birds will all fly from my head
and in the morning I'll be gone
take every dream that's breathing
find every boot that's leaving
shoot all the lights in the cafe
and in the morning I'll be gone
I bet 1000 dollars
I have a french companion
I tie myself below the deck
I pull the rope around my neck
and in the morning I'll be gone
it takes a life to win her
there is a drum of bourbon
800 pounds of nitro
his boots are thunder as he plays
theree is a stone inside it
tonight his bones will ride it
I'll need a tent to hide it
and in the morning I'll be gone
and in the morning I'll be gone
and in the morning I'll be gone

YESTERDAY IS HERE

If you want money in your pocket
and a top hat on your head
a hot meal on your table
and a blanket on your bed
well today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
Well I'm going to New York City
and I'm leaving on a train
and if you want to stay behind and
wait til I come back again
well today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
If you want to go
where the rainbows end
you'll have to say goodbye
all our dreams come true
baby up ahead
and it's out where your memories lie
well the road's out before me
and the moon is shining bright
what I want you to remember
as I disappear tonight
today is grey skies
tomorrow's tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here

PLEASE WAKE ME UP

I put my chips on her shoulder
running in the carnival time
she bought the things that I told her
they made her eyes sparkle and shine
together we'll ring in the new year
I know that she'll be my queen
and if I fall asleep in your arms
please wake me up in my dreams
Her out-fit was all made of vinyl
like nothing I've ever seen
when our divorces are final
She'll fit right into my scheme
next to the pawnshop's a chapel
I'll show you just what I mean
and if I fall asleep in your arms
please wake me up in my dreams

FRANK'S THEME

Dream away the tears in your eyes
Dream away your sorrows
Dream away all your goodbyes
Dream away tomorrow
I promise when the sun comes up
I promise I'll be true
and just like before the band starts to play
they always play your favorite tune
and dream awawy when everyone's gone
dream away your grey skies tooo
dream away and nothing is wrong
dreams have wishes that are waiting for you
and up ahead the road is turning
turning for you and me
and just like before
the band starts to play
now there's that twinkle in your eye
and dream away

MORE THAN RAIN

It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
it's more than thunder it's more than thunder
it's more than a swindle this crooked card game
it's more than sad times it's more than sad times
none of our pockets are filled with gold
nobody's caught the boquet
there are no dead presidents we can fold
nothing is going our way
and it's more than goodbye I have to say to you
it's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now

WAY DOWN IN THE HOLE

When you walk through the garden
you gotta watch your back
well I beg your pardon
walk the straight and narrow track
if you walk with Jesus
he's gonna save your soul
you gotta keep the devil
way down in the hole
he's got the fire and the fury
at his command
well you don't have to worry
if you hold on to Jesus hand
we'll all be safe from Satan
when the thunder rolls
just gotta help me keep the devil
way down in the hole
All the angels sing about Jesus' mighty sword
and they'll shield you with their wings
and keep you close to the lord
don't pay heed to temptation
for his hands are so cold
you gotta help me keep the devil
way down in the hole

STRAIGHT TO THE TOP (VEGAS)

I'LL TAKE NEW YORK

I'll tip the newsboy
I'll get a shine
I'll ride this dream
to the end of the line
I'm goin places
I'll take a ride
Up to the Riverside
I'll take NY
I'll let it happen
I'll pop the cork
tear off the wrappin'
I'll make a splash on the Hudson
that's how I will arrive
Hey, do you have two tens for a five?
Roll out the carpet
Strike up the band
break into the best
champagne when I land
Beat the parade drum
hit all the bars
I want the moon and stars
But I'll take NY
I'll make it happen
Blow out the candlels
tear off the wrappin'
And I know someday
they'll have to name a street after me
right next door to old Franklin D

TELEPHONE CALL FROM ISTANBUL

All night long on the broken glass
livin in a medicine chest
mediteromanian hotel back
sprawled across a roll top desk
the monkey rode the blade on an
overhead fan
they paint the donkey blue if you pay
I got a telephone call from Istanbul
my baby's coming home today
will you sell me one of those if I shave my head
get me out of town is what fireball said
never trust a man in a blue trench coat
never drive a car when you're dead
Saturday's a festival
Friday's a gem
dye your hair yellow
and raise your hem
follow me to beulah's on
dry creek road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed
take me down to buy a tux
on red rose bear
got to cut a hole in the day
I got a telephone call from Istanbul
my baby's coming home today

COLD COLD GROUND

Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
never slept with a dream before he had to go away
there's a bell in the tower
Uncle Ray bought a round
don't worry about the army
in the cold cold ground
now don't be a cry baby
when there's wood in the shed
there's a bird in the chimmney
and a stone in my bed
when the road's washed out
they pass the bottle around
and wait in the arms
of the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
there's a ribbon in the willow
and a tire swing rope
and a briar patch of berries
takin over the slope
the cat'll sleep in the mailbox
and we'll never go to town
til we bury every dream in
the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells
blow the roof off the goat barn
let it roll down the hill
the piano is firewood
times square is a dream
I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
cold cold ground
call the cops on the Breedloves
bring a bible and a rope
and a whole box of rebel
and a bar of soap
make a pile of trunk tires
and burn 'em all down
bring a dollar with you baby
in the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
take a weathervane rooster
throw rocks at his head
stop talking to the neighbors
til we all go dead
beware of my temper
and the dog that I've found
break all the windows in the
cold cold ground
cold cold ground

TRAIN SONG

Well I broke down in E. St. Louis
On the Kansas City line
and I drunk up all my money
that I borrowed every time
and I fell down at the derby
and now the night's black as a crow
It was a train that took me away from here
but a train can't bring me home
What made my dreams so hollow
was standing at the depot
with a steeple full of swallows
that could never ring the bell
and I come ten thousand miles away
with not one thing to show
well it was a train that took me away from here
but a train can't bring me home
I remember when I left
without bothering to pack
you know I up and left with
just the clothes I had on my back
now I'm sorry for what I've done
and I'm out here on my own
well it was a train that took me away from
here but a train can't bring me home

INNOCENT WHEN YOU DREAM (78)

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