“These diamonds on my windshield, these tears from heaven”, as Tom Waits once sang, and this photo taken today shows.
Pluviophiles (rain lovers) don’t cry when the sky does.
A dreary Sunday in a lockdown is just an excuse to drive to the nearby shore by myself , and revel in the rain as it sluices from the clouds and drips down the windscreen.
The view may be obsured – but I don’t care – I have diamonds.
“I come into town on a night train with an arm full of boxcars
On the wings of a magpie cross a hooligan night
I’m gonna tear me off a rainbow and wear it for a tie
I never told the truth so I can never tell a lie
Whistlin’ past the graveyard, stepping on a crack
Me and mother hubbard Papa one-eyed jack”
– Tom Waits ,‘Whistlin’ Past The Graveyard’ (1978).
One of the greatest songs about the resting place of the dead ever written!
Well, compared to songs about love, it’s a relatively small sample size, granted.
The way the gravel-voiced one growls and rasps his blues braggadocio poetry is pure (black) magic.
Excellent slink-through-the-night creep factor, but damn hard to whistle…
Link to the song below: