She's whiskey in a teacup..

This is a post inspired by Tom Waits.. He is rusty, growly, and if there was a jazz club with a touch of circus, death and religion. He would be there.

Daniel Durchholz describes Tom Waits voice as being "like it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months, and then taken outside and run over with a car." Elton John calls him the "Jackson Pollock of song".  Tom waits is responsible for many a witty lyric including 'she's whisky in a teacup'. 

She lives in a house

That's way back off the road

There's a man with a lantern

And he carries her soul

A coal stove and a bed

A skillet and a hound

She drove a camel through

A needle

In this sinking board walk town

She's my Black Market Baby

She's my Black Market Baby

She's a diamond that

Wants to stay coal

Wants to stay coal

I swang out wide with her

On hells iron gate

Anything that you wanted

You could have

My eyes say their prayers to her

Sailors ring her bell

Like a moth mistakes a light bulb

For the moon and goes to hell

She's my Black Market Baby

She's my Black Market Baby

She's a diamond that

Wants to stay coal

Wants to stay coal

There's no prayer like desire

There's amnesia in her kiss

She's a swan and a pistol

And she will follow you like this

In Moverly, Missouri at the

Iroquois Hotel

She checked in with the President

And she ran up quite a Bill

[Chorus]

She's whiskey in a teacup

She gives blondes a lousy name

She's a Bonzai Aphrodite

And a ticket back to Spain

She's a hard way to go

And there ain't no way

To stop

Every time you play the red
The black is coming up

She's my Black Market baby, She's my Black Market baby, She's a diamond that wants to stay coal, wants to stay coal.. 

Kisses, dear readers.. xxx