This song paints one hell of a picture. I think it shows the pure genius of Mr. Waits. Combining the hard streets with lines and verses written for children evoke stark images and a release of emotions. As with most geniuses, some of his stuff doesn't ring at all for me, then along comes a song like this that knocks me to my knees.
@Mudflap I spent my highschool years as a Christian missionary in some of the poorest places in the world. Kids huffing glue from bottles hidden in the sleeves of oversized shirts were a tragic commonality. I listen to this song and can't help but weep for all the little boys who I saw destroying their brains to stop hunger pangs. I'm not so religious anymore but I still try to care, and as a grown-up I'll always encourage other privileged people like me to consider fostering children. Even if you can only afford to make a difference for one kid,...
@Mudflap I spent my highschool years as a Christian missionary in some of the poorest places in the world. Kids huffing glue from bottles hidden in the sleeves of oversized shirts were a tragic commonality. I listen to this song and can't help but weep for all the little boys who I saw destroying their brains to stop hunger pangs. I'm not so religious anymore but I still try to care, and as a grown-up I'll always encourage other privileged people like me to consider fostering children. Even if you can only afford to make a difference for one kid, that difference means the whole world to them.
This song paints one hell of a picture. I think it shows the pure genius of Mr. Waits. Combining the hard streets with lines and verses written for children evoke stark images and a release of emotions. As with most geniuses, some of his stuff doesn't ring at all for me, then along comes a song like this that knocks me to my knees.
@Mudflap I spent my highschool years as a Christian missionary in some of the poorest places in the world. Kids huffing glue from bottles hidden in the sleeves of oversized shirts were a tragic commonality. I listen to this song and can't help but weep for all the little boys who I saw destroying their brains to stop hunger pangs. I'm not so religious anymore but I still try to care, and as a grown-up I'll always encourage other privileged people like me to consider fostering children. Even if you can only afford to make a difference for one kid,...
@Mudflap I spent my highschool years as a Christian missionary in some of the poorest places in the world. Kids huffing glue from bottles hidden in the sleeves of oversized shirts were a tragic commonality. I listen to this song and can't help but weep for all the little boys who I saw destroying their brains to stop hunger pangs. I'm not so religious anymore but I still try to care, and as a grown-up I'll always encourage other privileged people like me to consider fostering children. Even if you can only afford to make a difference for one kid, that difference means the whole world to them.