#whistling past the graveyard

Tom Waits has been sleeping rough and pacing the cold cold ground for decades. I hope he will pardon this elision of his lyrics:

“I come in on the wings of a magpie ‘cross this hooligan nightI cooked up a mess o’ mulligan and got into a fight
Whistlin’ past the graveyard, steppin’ on a crackI’m a mean Mother Hubbard, Papa One-Eyed Jack
You probably seen me sleepin’ out by the railroad tracksGo on and ask the prince of darkness what about all that smoke come from the stack
I’m gonna tear me off a rainbow and wear it for a tieI ain’t never told the truth, so I can never tell a lie.”

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