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Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven. Re-imagined in what I think Nick Cave might have done, had he wrote this song. (Verse 1) In the shadows of midnight, where the moon hangs low, A raven whispers secrets, in the stillness it does sow. Quoth the bird in echoes, in a voice so gravelly, Tom … Continue reading Sharing a Whiskey with Poe’s raven at Ol’ Tom’s Piano- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by John Lennon’s Imagine. Reimagined as a road song written and performed by Arlo Guthrie. Verse 1: In a world where the rivers run clear, And the mountains echo songs of cheer, There's a place where all souls convene, A haven where love's eternally serene. Verse 2: Picture fields where no fences confine, Where … Continue reading The Dream- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Simon & Garfunkel’s Sound of Silence. Re-imagined in what I think Tom Waits might have done, had he wrote this song. In that hushed serenade of stillness,  Shadows danced in the muted glow of forgotten gaslights, and Stumbled through the alleyways of loneliness.  Echoes of quietude whispered hobos’ tales, and Hung a low … Continue reading Juke Joint Serenade- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by the female protagonist in Operation Mindcrime by Queensryche. Re-imagined in what I think Paul Simon might have done, had he wrote this song. Beautiful, she's throwing dice in a sodium-lamp confessional, Nearby tavern’s jukebox hums the gospel of broken glass, Beneath the flickering halo of a streetlight church. Dusky prayers and aged bourbon … Continue reading Streetlight Confessional- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by a fictional song about a Mark Twain character’s soliloquy. Imagining that Huckleberry Finn grew up to become Tom Waits like bar singer. Now, friend, let me tell you 'bout them moments of relaxation.  They're like a slow, smoky drift down a river of your own making,  Where time don't mean a damn thing, … Continue reading Relaxin’ Moments- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by a fictional song about Tom Waits by Louis Armstrong, as if Waits were an inspiration for a Louis Armstrong born after Tom Waits. Tom Waits, a troubadour of midnight's embrace, With gravel and grit in that whiskey-soaked voice, He reaches deep within the soul's sacred space, And in the darkest corners, he finds … Continue reading That Ol’ Tom Balm – – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by a fictional debate between Tom Waits and Leadbelly on what makes a good Hobo Blues song Well, I sat by that campfire, a bottle in hand, In the heart of the night, in a faraway land, With the stars up above and the wind in the trees, I pondered my life and the … Continue reading Loneliness , Whiskey, and Fire – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards