Don't plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you got yourself a… — Tom Waits Copy Share Image
Now its raining its pouring the old man is snoring now I lay me down to sleep I hear the sirens in… — Tom Waits Copy Share Image
Folks who work here are professors. Don't replace all the knowers with guessors keep'em open they're the ears of the town — Tom Waits Copy Share Image
Break windows, smoke cigars, and stay up late. Tell 'em to do that, they'll find a little pot of gold. — Tom Waits Copy Share Image
This is about all the bad days in the world. I used to have some little bad days, and I kept them… — Tom Waits Copy Share Image
Most of us have the residue of thousands of songs in our ears, that if you end up songwriting, I think you're mostly smoking… — Tom Waits Copy Share
Bill Hicks - blowtorch, excavator, truthsayer, and brain specialist. He will correct your vision. Others will drive on the road he built. — Tom Waits Copy Share
For a songwriter, you don't really go to songwriting school; you learn by listening to tunes. And you try to understand them and take… — Tom Waits Copy Share
The world is a hellish place, and bad writing is destroying the quality of our suffering. — Tom Waits Copy Share
I'm always looking for sounds that are pleasing at the time. The sound of a helicopter is really annoying until you're drowning, and it's… — Tom Waits Copy Share
I was born in the back seat of a Yellow Cab in a hospital loading zone and with the meter still running. I emerged… — Tom Waits Copy Share
There's not much difference between what I appear to be on stage and what I am. I think people like that, that I'm not… — Tom Waits Copy Share
I bark my voice out through a closed throat, pretty much. It's more, perhaps, like a dog in some ways. It does have its… — Tom Waits Copy Share
