Clap Hands – John Hammond

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“Clap Hands”

Scritta da Tom Waits e suonata da John Hammond con Charlie Musselwhite all’armonica

Pubblicata nel Marzo 2001 – Pointblack/Virgin Records VPBCD55

 

TESTO:

Sane, sane, they’re all insane,
Fireman’s blind, the conductor is lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain

Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal

Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio’s hat
And nobody’s sure where Mr. Knickerbocker’s at

Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal

Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a Palladio’s hat
And nobody’s sure where Mr. Knickerbocker’s at

Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and running out of time
Salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat

Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands