24 января в Red Club (СПб) состоится замечательное выступление Billy Band - презентация их нового альбома. Всем поклонникам Tom Waits и Billy Band большой-большой привет! Было бы здорово, если бы кто-нибудь взялся подобрать фортепианные партии к песням Уэйтса или разместить на сайте уже имеющиеся (в форуме об этом уже упоминали). Всем студентам желаю удачно закончить сессию! 25 - День студента (Татьянин день), так что 24-ого в Red Club будет вдвойне весело!!!

How fresh, funny clever and talented. I like the site and the music.

Hey was geht chitas??????

ПРЕДЛАГАЮ ВСТРЕТИТЬСЯ В ПИТЕРЕ, КТО ЗА?

круто, побольше бы переводов...

ljublju Waitsa slushaju i radujus' pravil'nij sait i vji - molodtsji!

до безобразия неудобный форум.........вот удобный форум http://www.vzt.ru/cgi-bin/forums/agata/YaBB.pl

Super Site !

It's a gothic, DEATH ROCK Christmas Eve. When ITS your career to be down in the dumps Random passing Peter Murphy fan

great sight! thx for it guys! "I want to thank you all for being here tonight; it'd be mighty strange here tonight if nobody showed up" :)))

Привет всем ! Спасибо за сайт - к сожалению не много у нас (да и вообще) любителей TW. Отлично !

I discovered You when i bought closing time.That was in 1999,your music is great and your lyrcs are the best.I think you should come to Puerto Rico and do your show in Old San Juan or just come to enjoy the sun the babes and have a few drinks.whish you luck.

Hey, does anyone know the actual lyrics to "Christmas sucks"? There are two small parts that I'm not sure of, and I can't find them anywhere on the internet. I have most of the lyrics down here. I think the first one is 'death'-something Christmas eve, and I would say the second one is 'miss', but that's just a guess. Oh, give me a noose I can hang from the tree, I need no excuse to end my misery, This holiday season is all the more reason to die. Oh pull up a stool and adhere to a fool, Who once found some solace in the season of yule, This holiday season is all the more reason to cry. I put on my mittens, one green and one red, And I walk alone where they bury the dead, The snow falls as I grieve, It's a gothic, ________ Christmas Eve. The bottle is empty, the sleigh has a flat, The stripper in my bed is ugly and fat, Her tassles are tangled, And what's worse, my jingle won't jangle. This time of the year makes me sick to my guts, All this good cheer is a pain in the nuts, When _____ your career to be down in the dumps, Tidings of comfort and joy really suck. I feel like St. Nicholas is pulling my leg, This thing we call Christmas is a sorry black plague, This holiday season is all the more reason to die.

Большое-большое спасибо всем,кто делает этот сайт!Просто хочется расцеловать и наградить мысленной медалью!!!Желаю всем любителям Уэйтса в Росии удачи и радости и чтобы в каждом городе и селе был свой Билли Бэнд - чисто для повышения тонуса. А еще - пишите мне, буду неимоверно рада познакомиться и поболтать.Hold on!

Dear Tom, Met my husband 23 years ago. He liked the blues, I liked folk music, He liked to paint portraits, I liked to carve flowers, we are two loners living, loving together. We ran across your album, closing time and in the worst of times we put it on, and are well again. We both are close when we listen to your music, and would love to met you more than anyone else we can think of. Perhaps someday we'll get the chance to touch you in some giving way too. Thank you for such comfort. Susie Loveless

so I still has got the time to watch some video. And, later on, when the fucking clock strikes he's gonna be a 53-years old...

С днем рождения Том Аланович, хотя это и немного рано. Спасибо за все (но только не за то, что стареете быстрее обычного!) I was born in a Dec 7, too, a tad:-) later though. Gee, boy, many years to you Thomas, many many years! Сейчас 20:40 только по-местному

If Tom is somewhere lost out here is this metallic bonestew, I'd like to tug on your coat about something. Daydream inspiration is my aspiration and your flick of the wrist. Give me a holler. I'll brave Cerberus or Mr. Knickerbocker's wrath to communicate. If a contrived pen-pailing ain't stirrin' your swizzle stick...well then, I hope we stumble down the same foggy moor one day. Brave the electronic labrynth Tom. Give me a shout.

If Tom is somewhere lost out here is this metallic bonestew, I'd like to tug on your coat about something. Daydream inspiration is my aspiration and your flick of the wrist. Give me a holler. I'll brave Cerberus or Mr. Knickerbocker's wrath to communicate. If a contrived pen-pailing ain't stirrin' your swizzle stick...well then, I hope we stumble down the same foggy moor one day. Brave the electronic labrynth Tom. Give me a shout.

If Tom is somewhere lost out here is this metallic bonestew, I'd like to tug on your coat about something. Daydream inspiration is my aspiration and your flick of the wrist. Give me a holler. I'll brave Cerberus or Mr. Knickerbocker's wrath to communicate. If a contrived pen-pailing ain't stirrin' your swizzle stick...well then, I hope we stumble down the same foggy moor one day. Brave the electronic labrynth Tom. Give me a shout.