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Waits, Tom - Fawn



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Alice is an album by Tom Waits, released in 2002 on Epitaph Records (under the Anti sub-label). The album contains the majority of songs written for the play Alice. The adaptation was directed by Robert Wilson, whom Waits had previously worked with on the play The Black Rider, and originally set up at the Thalia Theatre in Hamburg in 1992. The play has since been performed in various theatres around the world

A description of the experience

Tom Waits - Fawn

"Fawn" – 1:43 (Instrumental)

  • Tom Waits – Piano
  • Matthew Sperry – Bass
  • Gino Robair – Marimba
  • Colin Stetson – Bass clarinet
  • Carla Kihlstedt – Violin

She very soon came to an open field, with a wood on the other side of it: it looked much darker than the last wood, and Alice felt a LITTLE timid about going into it. However, on second thoughts, she made up her mind to go on: `for I certainly won't go BACK,' she thought to herself, and this was the only way to the Eighth Square.

`This must be the wood, she said thoughtfully to herself, `where things have no names. I wonder what'll become of MY name when I go in? I shouldn't like to lose it at all -- because they'd have to give me another, and it would be almost certain to be an ugly one. But then the fun would be, trying to find the creature that had got my old name! That's just like the advertisements, you know, when people lose dogs -- "ANSWERS TO THE NAME OF `DASH:' HAD ON A BRASS COLLAR" -- just fancy calling everything you met "Alice," till one of them answered! Only they wouldn't answer at all, if they were wise.'

She was rambling on in this way when she reached the wood: it looked very cool and shady. `Well, at any rate it's a great comfort,' she said as she stepped under the trees, `after being so hot, to get into the -- into WHAT?' she went on, rather surprised at not being able to think of the word. `I mean to get under the -- under the -- under THIS, you know!' putting her hand on the trunk of the tree. `What DOES it call itself, I wonder? I do believe it's got no name -- why, to be sure it hasn't!'

She stood silent for a minute, thinking: then she suddenly began again. `Then it really HAS happened, after all! And how, who am I? I WILL remember, if I can! I'm determined to do it!' But being determined didn't help much, and all she could say, after a great deal of puzzling, was,`L, I KNOW it begins with L!'

Just then a Fawn came wandering by: it looked at Alice with its large gentle eyes, but didn't seem at all frightened. `Here then! Here then!' Alice said, as he held out her hand and tried to stroke it; but it only started back a little, and then stood looking at her again.

`What do you call yourself?' the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had!

`I wish I knew!' thought poor Alice. She answered, rather sadly, `Nothing, just now.'

`Think again,' it said: `that won't do.'

Alice thought, but nothing came of it. `Please, would you tell me what YOU call yourself?' she said timidly. `I think that might help a little.'

`I'll tell you, of you'll move a little further on,' the Fawn said. `I can't remember here.'

So they walked on together though the wood, Alice with her arms clasped lovingly round the soft neck of the Fawn, till they came out into another open field, and here the Fawn gave a sudden bound into the air, and shook itself free from Alice's arms. `I'm a Fawn!' it cried out in a voice of delight, `and, dear me! you're a human child!' A sudden look of alarm came into its beautiful brown eyes, and in another moment it had darted away a full speed.

The source of the experience

Waits, Tom

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