Time - Tom Waits (1985)
Any songwriter of merit would weep if they wrote a song like this. I believe Tom stopped pounding on his beat-up old typewriter, swigged a long sip of whiskey, smoked a full flavored cigarette and knew his previous moments of brilliance had just led up to this moment and that his future of never-ending relevance and artistry left from this song's station. This is the track you put on when no one but Mr. Waits can soothe your aching soul. In my many journeys to its acoustic core, it has never disappointed.
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