1. A sister so evil she could have been the inspiration for Darth Vader, Count Dooku, or any of the other evil Star Wars people.
by Frank Rider August 23, 2009
The Germans' fabled Nazi-era version of alphabet soup. It is said that instead of making the pasta into letters, it was made into Swastikas.
"Ok, one last little one I can't leave without saying. During World War Two, in Germany they had,like alphabet soup, only over there instead of the alphabet they had little tiny Swastikas. Made of pasta. They called it Pastika. I wouldn't shit you about that." Tom Waits in concert
by Frank Rider August 22, 2009
This album was Tom Waits' 1999 release, and his thirteenth. The songs range from Big in Japan, a smooth but tough rock song, to Come On Up To the House, a powerful telling of a world's troubles. Waits did good again, striking a strange chord with Chocolate Jesus, and tugging your thought strings with Black Market Baby.
An excerpt from Mule Variations'-
Get Behind the Mule
Punctuated birds on the power line
In a Studebaker with the Birdie Joe Joaks
I'm diggin' all the way to China
With a silver spoon
While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boy
The hangman fumbles with the noose
Got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Get Behind the Mule
Punctuated birds on the power line
In a Studebaker with the Birdie Joe Joaks
I'm diggin' all the way to China
With a silver spoon
While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boy
The hangman fumbles with the noose
Got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
by Frank Rider August 23, 2009
1. The Ninth song on Tom Waits' 1988 live album, Big Time.
2. A phenomenon that occurs as a cliche everywhere in real life, as well as Hollywood and books. Strangers only talk about the weather, for the most part, no matter what the situation is.
2. A phenomenon that occurs as a cliche everywhere in real life, as well as Hollywood and books. Strangers only talk about the weather, for the most part, no matter what the situation is.
Excerpt from Strange Weather-
The world is getting flatter,
The sky is falling all around
Oh, and nothing is the matter
For I never cry in town
And a love like ours, my dear,
Is best measured when it's down
And I never buy umbrellas,
'Cause there's always one around.
And all over the world Strangers
Talk only 'bout the weather
The world is getting flatter,
The sky is falling all around
Oh, and nothing is the matter
For I never cry in town
And a love like ours, my dear,
Is best measured when it's down
And I never buy umbrellas,
'Cause there's always one around.
And all over the world Strangers
Talk only 'bout the weather
by Frank Rider August 22, 2009