“Life is whittled, life’s a riddle, Man’s a fiddle that life plays on, when the day breaks and the earth quakes, life’s a mistake all day long”
Washing the dishes ranks high on my list of domestic drudgeries – but everything changed when Starving in the Belly of a Whale came through the speakers. Suddenly, the kitchen transformed into a stage, and I was joyfully bopping along to the song’s wild concoction of clanging percussion, off-kilter rhythms, and Waits’ unmistakable gravelly howl. The track is a carnival of sound – just after the opening church-bell sounds out it becomes a fine platter of harpsichords, violins, tubas and all sorts of instruments I can’t name. Proper intimidating arty noise. It’s chaotic, yes, but also liberating.
Try it yourself next time when you’re knee-deep in an undesirable chore: crank up Starving in the Belly of a Whale and let it drown out the dullness. I’d previously overlooked this track in my Music Library Project, but after this unexpected moment of euphoria, it’s getting the recognition it deserves.
Blood Money is the record that gifted us Starving In The Belly Of A Whale. Basically the Jonah fable all over again. Only this time it’s Tom inside the belly of the beast. It’s said, there is more earth and gravel and grit in his voice on this album than on his 80’s releases. In his own words, “Blood Money is flesh and bone, earthbound. The songs are rooted in reality: jealousy, rage, the human meat wheel”. On the very same day that he released Blood Money, Tom Waits also released the album Alice. He described it as being made up of “adult songs for children, or children’s songs for adults”.
[Verse 1]
Life is whittled, life’s a riddle
Man’s a fiddle that life plays on
When the day breaks and the earth quakes
Life’s a mistake all day long
[Pre-Chorus]
You tell me who gives a good goddamn
You’ll never get out alive
Don’t go dreaming
Don’t go scheming
A man must test his mettle
In the crooked old world
[Chorus]
Starving in the belly, starving in the belly
Starving in the belly of a whale
Oh, you’re starving in the belly, starving in the belly
Starving in the belly of a whale
[Verse 2]
Don’t take my word, just look skyward
They that dance must pay the fiddler
Sky is darkening, dogs are barking
But the caravan moves on
[Verse 3]
As the crow flies, it’s there the truth lies
At the bottom of the well
E-O-eleven goes to Heaven
Bless the dead here as the rain falls
Don’t trust a bull’s horn, a Doberman’s tooth
A runaway horse or me
Don’t be greedy
Don’t be needy
If you live in hope, you’re dancing
To a terrible tune
For more information about the album Blood Money and this song in particular, I point you to Steve For the Deaf’s excellent article – Starving In The Belly Of A Whale
Wait a minute. This song isn’t actually about a whale at all. It’s about hopelessness. He’s talking about bull’s horns, doberman teeth and runaway horses while repeating the song title over and over but there are no boats, no penitent whalers and no oars snapped by the teeth of mighty beasts. There’s no dingy resting on the guts of a titanic beast. There’s just lousy hopeless luck. Life like a torrid ocean. I doubt this character has ever even hoisted a main brace. He’s a bar room drunk with a bad case of the pity meeeeees.
References:
1. 2002: Blood Money – Tom Waits – Together Through Life
2. Starving In The Belly Of A Whale – Steve For the Deaf











