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Tom Waits - Red Shoes By The Drugstore

she wore red shoes by the newsstand
as the rain splashed the nickle and
spilled like chablis along the midway
there’s a little bluejay
in a red dress, on a sad night

one straw in a rootbeer
a compact with a cracked mirror
and a bottle of evening in paris perfume
what's this sad tune
 
he told her to wait by the magazines
he had to take care of some business it seems
bring a raincoat
bring a suitcase
bring your dark eyes
and wear those red shoes
 
there’s a dark huddle at the bus stop
unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet
li’l caesar got caught
he was goin down to second
he was cooled
changing stations on the chamber
to steal a diamond
from a jewelry store for his baby
he loved the way she looked
in those red shoes
 
she waited by the drugstore
caesar had never been this late before
and the dogs bayed the moon
and rattled their chains
and the cold jingle of taps in a puddle
was the burgler alarm
snitchin on caesar
 
now the rain washes memories from the sidewalks
and the hounds splash the nickle
full of soldiers
santa claus is drunk in the ski room
it’s christmas eve
in a sad cafe
when the moon gets its way
there’s a little blue jay
by the newsstand
wearing red shoes
so meet me tonight by the drugstore
we’re goin out tonight
wear your red shoes

This whole album Blue Valentine is utterly brilliant:

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