• Day After Tomorrow by Tom Waits

    Those of you who watch The Daily Show will have seen Tom Waits speak/perform on Tuesday’s show (which was broadcast in Ireland and the UK a day later).

    On the show he sang Day After Tomorrow from the 2004 album Real Gone, which is probably one of his most beautiful songs in recent years (if not ever).
    Ignoring that it’s the best anti-war song of this generation that I’ve come across, and just like all great music around it’s completely timeless and universal – take out the scant references to American towns/cities (and perhaps the airplane) and it could apply to almost any war in history.

    I hope with all my energy that this man will come to Ireland soon, or at least Europe.

    I got your letter today
    And I miss you all so much here
    I can’t wait to see you all
    And I’m counting the days dear
    I still believe that there’s gold
    At the end of the world
    And I’ll come home
    To Illinois
    On the day after tomorrow It is so hard
    And it’s cold here
    And I’m tired of taking orders
    And I miss old Rockford town
    Up by the Wisconsin border
    What I miss you won’t believe
    Shoveling snow and raking leaves
    And my plane will touch down
    On the day after tomorrow

    I close my eyes
    Every night
    And I dream that I can hold you
    They fill us full of lies
    Everyone buys
    About what it means to be a soldier
    I still don’t know how I’m supposed to feel
    ‘Bout all the blood that’s been spilled
    Will God on this throne
    Get me back home
    On the day after tomorrow

    You can’t deny
    The other side
    Don’t want to die
    Any more than we do
    What I’m trying to say,
    Is don’t they pray
    To the same God that we do?
    Tell me how does God choose?
    Whose prayers does he refuse?
    Who turns the wheel
    Who throws the dice
    On the day after tomorrow

    (Humming)


    I’m not fighting for justice
    I am not fighting for freedom
    I am fighting for my life
    And another day
    In the world here
    I just do what I’ve been told
    We’re just the gravel on the road
    And only the lucky one’s come home
    On the day after tomorrow And the summer
    It too will fade
    And with it comes the winter’s frost, dear
    And I know we too are made
    Of all the things that we have lost here
    I’ll be twenty-one today
    I’ve been saving all my pay
    And my plane will touch down
    On the day after tomorrow.