Thomas Alan Waits (nacido en Pomona (California) el 7 de diciembre de 1949) es un pianista, cantante, compositor y actor estadounidense, famoso por sus canciones de tono áspero inspiradas en escritores de la generación Beat, en especial Jack Kerouac
En 1967 comenzó a trabajar en los cabarets de Los Ángeles, ambiente que le influyó mucho para las canciones de su primer disco, Closing Time (1973), aunque este álbum se vio eclipsado por The Eagles y Tim Buckley
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW - Tom Waits -------------------------------------------------------------------------- from Real Gone Tabbed by: cdmoser Email: [email protected]
This is just a sketch of the song if you wanted to play along with the vocal.
FCFC I got your letter today FCFG and I miss you all so much here FCFC I can't wait to see you all FCFG and I'm counting the days here
FC I still believe that there's gold AmF at the end of the world
FCFC And I'll come home to Illinois FCFGC on the day after tomorrow
It is so hard and it's cold here and I'm tired of taking orders And I miss old Rockford town up by the Wisconsin border
What I miss, you won't believe shoveling snow and raking leaves And my plane will touch down on the day after tomorrow
I close my eyes every nite and I dream that I can hold you They fill us full of lies, everyone buys 'bout what it means to be a soldier
I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel 'bout all the blood that's been spilled Will god on this throne get me back home on the day after tomorrow
You can't deny, the other side Don't want to die anymore then we do What I'm trying to say is don't they pray to the same god that we do?
And tell me how does god choose whose prayers does he refuse? Who turns the wheel Who throws the dice on the day after tomorrow
I'm not fighting, for justice I am not fighting, for freedom I am fighting, for my life and another day in the world here
I just do what I've been told We're just the gravel on the road And only the lucky ones come home on the day after tomorrow
And the summer, it too will fade and with it brings the winter's frost dear And I know we too are made of all the things that we have lost here
I'll be 21 today I been saving all my pay And my plane will touch down on the day after tomorrow And my plane it will touch down on the day after tomorrow