1. Rain Dogs (на "Открытка от...")
2. Немного смерти, немного любви (на "Открытка от...")
3. Jockey Full Of Bourbon
4. Кафе "Последний путь" (на "Открытка от...")
5. Бильярд
6. Temptation
7. More Than Rain
8. Way Down In The Hole
9. Никогда не разговаривай с мертвецами
10. Cold Ground
11. Муз Замбела
12. Chocolate Jesus (на "Открытка от...")
13. Being Ribot
14. Innocent When You Dream
15. На его месте должен быть я
16. Blue Valentines
17. Stagger Lee

(Tom Waits)
Em
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
                 H
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
                          Em
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain

Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up

    Am                Em
   Hey little bird, fly away home
    H                  Em
   House is on fire, children are alone
    Am                Em
   Hey little bird, fly away home
    H                  Em
   House is on fire, children are alone

Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I'm stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
And through the bars of a Cuban jail

Bloody fingers on a purple knife
Flamingo drinking from a broken glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Admire the view from up on top of the mast

   Hey little bird, fly away home
   House is on fire, children are alone
   Hey little bird, fly away home
   House is on fire, children are alone

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(Б.Новик)
Am                Dm            E
Дело было вечером, делать было нечего
Am                              E
А не пойти ли мне сыграть в бильярд
Am                        Dm
Взяв последний стольник, выбрав русский столик
Am                    Dm E
Поначалу был я очень рад.

В уголке сидели местные каталы,
Искоса смотрели на меня,
Изрядно насосавшись, смелости набравшись,
С одним из них решил сразиться я.

Сейчас подразойдемся, и по недорогу сведемся,
Рублей не больше чем по 25,
И как довольный пончик, я, припудрив кончик,
Шагаю пирамиду разбивать.

Дедуля дурку гонит, на куш меня выводит,
Киксует и косит под лоха.
Всё объясняя пьянкой, слил три американки,
Актер дедуля в общем хоть куда.

Вот к ничьей приходим, "разойдемся и удвоим", -
Партнер мой мрачно предлагает мне.
"Ты не увлекайся и не зарывайся", -
Шепчет что-то внутреннее мне.

Я не унываю, ставку поднимаю,
Но сливаю партии подряд.
Мандраж меня колотит, черт за нос меня водит,
И в сотый раз я проклинаю бильярд!

Русский биллиардик - это черный праздник,
Фишки, снукер, пул и карамболь,
Но всё кончается похоже, каждый раз одно и то же,
Рассвет, долги и в крови алкоголь...
И в крови алкоголь...
Алкоголь...

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(Tom Waits)
Dm                  A7
Rusted brandy in a diamond glass
               Dm
Everything is made from dreams
                   A7
Life is made from honey slow and sweet
                      Dm
Only the fools know what it means
Gm   Dm    A     Dm    Gm    Dm    E           A
Temptation, temptation, temptation, I can't resist

I know she's made of smoke
But I've lost my way
She knows that I am broke
So that I must play
Temptation, temptation, temptation, I can't still resist

Dutch pink and italian blue
She is waiting there for you
My will has disappeared
Now my confusion's oh so clear
Temptation, temptation, temptation, I can't still resist

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(Tom Waits)
                Am                Dm
It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
                 E                       Am
It's more than thunder, it's more than thunder
                                      Dm
It's more than a bedroom and that's why i'm so good
              E                    Am
It's no more dancing, it's just a sad time

        A7      Dm                      G
   None of our pockets are filled with gold
                 C
   And nobody's caught the boquet
         A7                Dm               E
   And there are no dead presidents we can fold
               Am           Dm                     E
   Nothing is going our way, nothing is going our way

It's more than a bad dream, and I've got myself into
There's no more dancing there's no more dancing
It's more than a goodbye that I have to say to you
An only woe-be-gotten grey skies now.

   None of our pockets are filled with gold
   And nobody's caught the boquet
   And there are no dead presidents we can fold
   Nothing is going our way, nothing is going our way

It's more than a trouble that I've got myself into
There's no more dancing it's just a sad time
It's more than a goodbye that I have to say to you
And only woe-be-gotten grey skies now.
It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now.
It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now...

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(Tom Waits)
                           Am
When you walk through the garden
You'd better watch your back
                 Dm
And I beg your pardon
                       Am
Walk the straight and narrow track

When you walk with Jesus
He's gonna save your soul
You gotta help me keep the devil
Way down in the hole

He's got the fire and the fury
At his command
And you don't have to worry
When you hold on to Jesus hand

We'll all be safe from satan
When the thunder rolls
You gotta help me keep the devil
Way down in the hole

All the angels sing
About Jesus' mighty sword
And they'll shield you with their wings
And keep you close to the lord

Don't pay heed to temptation
For his hands are so cold
You gotta help me keep the devil
Way down in the hole

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(Б.Новик)
     Em              Em+7
Рассвет, каждый рассвет
         Em7             Em6
Скрип ворот прощального зала
        Em           Em+7
Каждый день звон ключей
        Em7              Em6
И свет ламп неземного начала

Никого, тишина и когда
Людей заберёт природа
И так каждый раз, каждый день
Год от нового года

Ходил по пустым коридорам
И слушал свои шаги
Разговаривал сам с собою
Больше не с кем здесь говорить

Курю папиросы, вдыхая дым
Пополам с воздухом мёртвых затхлым
Курил и стряхивал пепел в гробы
Сам самому понятный

А потом снова взгляды, кричащие болью
Молящие, а ещё испуганные
Приторный запах последних роз
И пластмассы цветов искуственных

Никому не нужна святая вода
Чище слёзы болью святых радовать
Не было мученников смиренней
Некому в глаза заглядывать

И вдруг простыми такими словами
Вспомнилась фраза из фильма одна
Никогда не разговаривай с мертвецами
Если не хочешь сойти с ума

Стало понятно, уже сошёл
Стоял спокойно улыбаясь
Этот странный дом, где ему хорошо
Каждый день, каждый век умиралось

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(Tom Waits)
C                           Am
Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
        C                           Am
Never slept with a dream before he had to go away
           C                       Am
There's a bell in the tower Uncle ray bought a round
       F                         G
Don't worry when you lay in the cold,

                   C
   The cold cold ground
           Am
   In the cold cold ground
               C
   Cold cold ground
           Am
   In the cold cold ground

Now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed
There's a bird in the chimmney and a stone in my bed
When the road's washed out they pass the bottle around
And wait in the arms of the

   Cold cold ground
   In the cold cold ground
   The cold cold ground
   In the cold cold ground

There's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope
And a briar patch of berries takin over the slope
The cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town
Til we bury every dream in the cold

   Cold ground
   In the cold cold ground
   Cold cold ground
   In the cold cold ground

Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
Never slept with a dream before he had to go away
There's a bell in the tower Uncle ray bought a round
Don't worry when you lay in the cold,

   The cold cold ground
   In the cold cold ground
   Cold cold ground
   In the cold cold ground

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    Em  Am         Em  Am
  У-о-о-о, Муз Замбела!

    Em             Am
Песчаные сопки покрыты тоской,
 Em                         Am
Мальчик Муз Замбела как скелет худой.
      Em                Am
Даже корки от банана в доме нет,
        Em                     Am
Перед смертью дедушка съел последний хлеб.

  У-о-о-о, Муз Замбела!

Солнце накалило песок до бела,
С пиночетовской фляги высохла вода.
Безумный детский взгляд устремлён в никуда,
Не поможет ничего, нужна только вода.

  У-о-о-о, Муз Замбела!

Муз Замбела огорчился и вернулся домой,
Упал на землю бамбуком, накрылся простынёй,
Бредил в лихорадке, забыл, как его звать,
Только песчаная буря продолжала напевать:

  У-о-о-о, Муз Замбела!

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(Tom Waits)
     C       A7      Dm
The bats are in the belfry
     G             C
The dew is on the moor
      E7                 Am
Where are the arms that held me 
      F                 C
And pledged her love before
      Dm         G      C
And pledged her love before 

         C      A7      Dm
   It's such a sad old feeling
        G                    C 
   The fields are soft and green
                   A7       Dm
   It's memories that I'm stealing
              C          F        Em
   But you're innocent when you dream
     F        Em
   When you dream
    G     C          F        Em
   You're innocent when you dream
     F        Em 
   When you dream
    G     C          F   G    C
   You're innocent when you dream 

I made a golden promise 
That we would never part 
I gave my love a locket 
And then I broke her heart 
And then I broke her heart 

   It's such a sad old feeling 
   The fields are soft and green 
   It's memories that I'm stealing 
   But you're innocent when you dream 
   When you dream 
   You're innocent when you dream 
   When you dream 
   You're innocent when you dream 

Running through the graveyard 
We laughed my friends and I 
We swore we'd be together 
Until the day we died 
Until the day we died 

   It's such a sad old feeling 
   The fields are soft and green 
   It's memories that I'm stealing 
   But you're innocent when you dream 
   When you dream 
   You're innocent when you dream 
   When you dream 
   You're innocent when you dream 

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   Am
Иисус существует, он где-то живет 
Годы проходят, его дело живет
   D
Иисус не торчал, не курил и не пил
   Am
И даже по девушкам он не ходил
 E                   D
Самый известный у людей персонаж
          Am                E
А я с трудом забираюсь на третий этаж 

        Am
   На его месте мог бы быть я
        D                   Am 
   На его месте мог бы быть я 
   E                     D              Am E
   "Напьешься - будешь", - утешают друзья. 

А что, если я чудо?
А что, если я Бог? 
Но ты утверждаешь, что я -
Неудачник и лох 
Кабаки да бабы - то, что все любят, 
Вот что ведь людей губит! 

   На месте Иисуса мог бы быть я 
   На его месте мог бы быть я 
   "Напьешься - будешь", - утешают друзья. 

Но я играю на гитаре, пою рок-н-ролл 
И даже во дворе я играю в футбол 
Но все равно Джизус круче меня 
На его месте мог бы быть я 
Мог бы быть я... 

   На его месте мог бы быть я 
   На его месте мог бы быть я 
   "Напьешься - будешь", - утешают друзья. 

   На месте Иисуса мог бы быть я 
   На его месте мог бы быть я 
   "Напьешься - будешь", - утешают друзья. 

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(Tom Waits)
Она шлёт мне грустные валентинки из Филаделфии
Ко дню рождения того человека, которым я некогда был
И они похожи скорее на ордер на мой арест
Как полузабытые сны, словно галька в моём ботинке
Зачем я храню это безумие в ящике ночного столика
Был бы счастливей без них с разбитым незрячим сердцем
Спящим под лацканом пиджака...
               Dm       E
She sends me blue valentines
         Dm            E
All the way from Philadelphia
    Dm           E
To mark the anniversary
    Am            A7
Of someone that I used to be
        Dm                  E
And it feels like ther's a warrant
   Am                A7
Is out for my arrest
                   Dm           E        Am   A7
Baby, you got me checkin in my rearview mirror
        Dm             E
And I'm always on the run
              Am            A7
Thats why I changed my name
       H7                              E
But I didn't think you'd ever find me here

To send me blue valentines
Like half forgotten dreams
Like a pebble in my shoe
As I walk these streets
And the ghost of your memory
Is the thistle in the kiss
And the burgler that can break a roses neck
It's the tatooed broken promise
That I hide beneath my sleeve
I only see you every time I turn my back
 
She sends me blue valentines
Though I try to remain at large
They're insisting that our love
Must have a eulogy
Why do I save all of this madness
In the nightstand drawer
There to haunt upon my shoulders, daby I know
I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go
With a blind and broken heart
That sleeps beneath my lapel

She sends me my blue valentines
To remind me of my cardinal sin
I could never wash the guilt
Or get these bloodstains off my hands
And it takes a lot of whiskey
To take this nightmares go away
And I cut my bleedin heart out every nite
And I only die just a little more on each St. Valentines day
But you remember that I promised I would write...

These blue valentines
Blue valentines
Blue valentines

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     Em7
   This is the way things are going in a hood
   I'm just know them hood
   Hangin' out in a hood

   This is the way things are going in a hood
   I'm just know them hood
   Hangin' in a hood

It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
He's got rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had a '28 Ford, had payments on that
  
His woman threw him back to the ice and snow
She said, "Never ever come back no more"
So he walked through the rain and he walked through the mud
Till he came to a place called The Bucket Of Blood

   This is the way things are going in a hood
   I'm just know them hood
   Hangin' out in a hood

   This is the way things are going in a hood
   I'm just know them hood
   Hangin' in a hood
 
He said "Mr Motherfucker, you know who I am"
But the barkeeper said, "No, and I don't give a good goddamn"
He said, "Well bartender, it's plain to see
I'm that bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee"
  
Barkeep said, "Yeah, I've heard your name down the way
And I kick motherfucking asses like you every day"
Well those were the last words that the barkeep said
'Cause Stag put four holes in his motherfucking head 
  
   This is the way things are going in a hood
   I'm just know them hood
   Hangin' out in a hood

   This is the way things are going in a hood
   I'm just know them hood
   Hangin' in a hood

I'm a one who fucker just pricker
Here are we are don't fucker my cheeker
Wou-wou-wou, here guy, you know
It is listening there, you

It was listen to story while what every know 
Just listen me. You know you can't stop fool
It made my just who are know
Yes he making you, wait you, be the fucking noise 

"I'm a bad motherfucker, don't you know. And I'll crawl
Over fifty good pussies just to get one fat boy's asshole"
Billy Dilly rolls in and he says, "You must be
That bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee"
  
"Yeah, I'm Stagger Lee and you better get down on your knees
And suck my dick, or you should be dead"
Billy Dilly dropped down and slobbered on his head
And Stag filled the motherfucker full of lead

   This is the way things are going in a hood
   I'm just know them hood
   Hangin' out in a hood

   This is the way things are going in a hood
   I'm just know them hood
   Hangin' in a hood

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