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Tom Waits – Martha
A telephone call. An anguished monologue about the history of a utopian relationship. Back when there were no tomorrows. And the days were adorned with sentimental flowers. Storytelling that is perfection. About the past against the present. About the grace in aging and memories. About regret. And a haunting quivering sensation. Oh and about that four letter word that is the world itself. Here we have a tribute to Martha. And Tom Frost. That is also about you. And me.