Town With No Cheer, Swordfishtrombones, Tom Waits [097]
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Pipes at the ready, Jo, Martin and Sam head to the Australian outback for this week's track, celebrating (for once) a community completely devoid of alcohol. Song by Song is Martin Zaltz Austwick and Sam Pay; two musicians listening to and discussing every single Tom Waits track in chronological order. website: songbysongpodcast.com twitter: @songbysongpod e-mail: [email protected] Music extracts used for illustrative/review purposes include: Town With No Cheer, Swordfishtrombones, Tom Waits (1983) There Is A Town, Nocturama, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds (2003) We think your Song by Song experience will be enhanced by hearing, in full, the songs featured in the show, which you can get hold of from your favourite record shop or online platform. Please support artists by buying their music, or using services which guarantee artists a revenue - listen responsibly. Lyrics - Town With No Cheer Well, it's hotter 'n blazes and all the long faces there'll be no oasis for a dry local grazier there'll be no refreshment for a thirsty jackaroo from Melbourne to Adelaide on the overlander with newfangled buffet cars and faster locomotives the train stopped in Serviceton less and less often There's nothing sadder than a town with no cheer Vic Rail decided the canteen was no longer necessary there no spirits, no bilgewater and 80 dry locals and the high noon sun beats a hundred and four there's a hummingbird trapped in a closed down shoe store This tiny Victorian rhubarb kept the watering hole open for sixty five years now it's boilin' in a miserable March 21st wrapped the hills in a blanket of Patterson's curse the train smokes down the xylophone there'll be no stoppin' here all ya can be is thirsty in a town with no cheer no Bourbon, no Branchwater though the townspeople here fought her Vic Rail decree tooth and nail now it's boilin' in a miserable March 21st wrapped the hills in a blanket of Patterson's curse the train smokes down the xylophone there'll be no stopping here all ya can be is thirsty in a town with no cheer