(LOOKINF FOR)THE HEART OF SATURDAY NIGHT
TOM WAITS
SONGWRITER:
TOM WAITS
COUNTRY: U.S.A.
ALBUM: THE
HEART OF SATURDAY NIGHT
LABEL: ASYLUM
RECORDS
GENRE: FOLK
YEAR: 1974
The Heart of Saturday
Night is the second studio album by singer and songwriter Tom Waits, released
in 1974 on Asylum Records. The title song was written as a tribute to Jack
Kerouac.
Thomas Alan Waits (born December
7, 1949) is an American singer, songwriter, musician, composer, and actor. His music is characterized by his
distinctive deep, gravelly singing voice and lyrics focusing on the underside
of U.S. society. During the 1970s, he worked primarily in jazz,
but since the 1980s his music has reflected greater influence from blues, vaudeville,
and experimental genres.
Waits was born and raised in a middle-class family in
California. Inspired by Bob Dylan and the Beat Generation, he
began singing on the San Diego folk music scene as a teenager. In Los Angeles,
he worked as a songwriter before signing a recording contract with Asylum
Records. His first albums, the jazz-oriented Closing Time (1973) and The Heart
of Saturday Night (1974), reflected his lyrical interest in nightlife, poverty,
and criminality. Repeatedly touring the U.S., Europe, and Japan, he attracted
greater critical recognition and commercial success with Small Change (1976),
which he followed with Blue Valentine (1978) and Heartattack and Vine (1980).
He produced the soundtrack for Francis Ford Coppola's 1981 film One from the
Heart and subsequently made cameo appearances in several Coppola films. During
the 1970s, he also had relationships with two prominent performers, Bette
Midler and Rickie Lee Jones.
Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin'
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6
And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night
Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak
Stoppin' on the red
You're goin' on the green
'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'
You've ever seen
And you're barrelin' down the boulevard
Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumblin'
You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
Well you gassed her up
And you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrellin' down the boulevard,
You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumblin'
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night.
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