written by Don Raye and Gene DePaul
1941 MCA Music Publishing ASCAP
You don't know what love is
Until you've learned the meaning of the Blues
Until you've loved a love you had to lose
You don't know what love is
You don't know how lips hurt
Until you've kissed and had to pay the cost
Until you've flipped your heart and you have lost
You don't know what love is
(Warren Zevon)
Grandpa pissed his pants again
He don't give a damn
Brother Billy has both guns drawn
He ain't been right since Viet Nam
"Sweet Home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
Daddy's doing Sister Sally
Grandma's dying of cancer now
The cattle all have brucellosis
We'll get through somehow
"Sweet Home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
I'm going down to the Dew Drop Inn
See if I can drink enough
There ain't much to country living
Sweat, piss, jizz and blood
"Sweet Home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
I've got a bird that whistles
I've got a bird that sings
I've got a bird that . . . I've got a bird . . .
I'm worried about that bird
And I worry about everything
And I worry when I see my subjects
Bow down to the Worrier King
Well. I'm hiding from the mailman
And I hate to hear the telephone ring
I'm hiding from the mailman
And I hate to hear the telephone
Worried about the women
And I worry about everything
And I worry when I see my subjects
Bow down to the Worrier King
I've been up all night
Wondering what November's gonna bring
Worried about my country
And I worry about everything
And I worry when I see my subjects
Bow down to the Worrier King
Worried about my bird
And I worry about everything
And I worry when I see my subjects
Bow down to the Worrier King
(Warren Zevon)
You've seen him leaning on the streetlight
Listening to some song inside
You've seen him standing by the highway
Trying to hitch a ride
Well, they tried so hard to hold him
Heaven knows how hard they tried
But he's made up his mind
He's the restless kind
He's the wild age
He's the wild age
He's the wild age
Wild age
It's the wild age
And the law can't stop 'em
No one can stop 'em
At the wild age
Mostly when the reckless years end
Something's left to save
Some of them keep running
'Til they run straight in their graves
To stay the wild age
Stay the wild age
Stay the wild age
written by Warren Zevon 1995 Zevon Music BMI
Once upon a time these stories always start
There lived a handsome prince and he had a happy heart
And a princess, too--she was a beautiful kid
She said she'd never leave him but she did
Sometimes love is wet and cold
Similar to rain, just a hard to hold
Love can make you sad and blue
If you don't watch out it'll fall all over you
Everybody knows that winter can be nice
You can play in the snow, you can skate on the ice
But you can't skate far when the ice gets thin
'Cause you might fall in
Sometimes love is wet and cold
Similar to rain, just as hard to hold
Love can make you sad and blue
If you don't watch out it'll fall all over you
Gray skies everywhere
Storm clouds know your name
Sadness in the air
Feels like rain
Sometimes love is wet and cold
Similar to rain, just a hard to hold
Love can make you sad and blue
Well, they say this place is evil
That ain't why I stay
'Cause I found something
That will never be nothing
And I found it in L. A.
It was midnight in anga
I heard the DJ say
There's a full moon rising
Join me in L. A.
wake up . . . wake up
I was at the Tropicana
On a dark and sultry day
Had to call someone long distance
I said 'Join me in L. A.'
Join me in L. A.
I could hold my head up high and say that I left first
Or I can hang my head and cry
Tell me which is worse
If you go and ask her why
She might say she's not sure
Trust me when I tell you I'm not good enough for her
I want her to be happy
I want her to be free
I want her to be everything she couldn't be with me
I'd wait here for a thousand years if she'd come back to me
I have everything she wants but nothing that she needs
I want her to be happy
I want her to be free
I want her to be everything she couldn't be with me
I could hold my head up high and say that I left first
Or I can hang my head and cry
Tell me which is worse
If you go and ask her why
She might say she's not sure
Trust me when I tell you I'm not good enough for her
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I keep hearin' his name
All over this land
We were hiding at the engine house
We were hiding quiet as a mouse
When a man came along
And he chased us out in the rain
Was that a vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I keep hearin' his name
All over this land
Why would a vigilante man
Why would a vililante man
Why with a sawed-off shotgun in his hand
Would he shoot his brother and sister down?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I keep hearin' his name
All over this land
Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I've been weeping
Here behind my hand
It's lonesome in my heart's land, as the sands of the desert
Oh, tell me, why was it always you, who, through the changes
You, who always sang and played while the green vespers rang
In the heart of the hillside
It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other
You and me, sweet and slightly out of key
Like the sound of a running down calliope
Oh Tule, it's once I was your knight in golden armor
With the sun behind my hair
My music filled the air with symbols and lightning
Oh Tule, now can't you see I'm changing like the seasons?
My hair is growing dark
And there's no room left in the ark for a lark with a broken wing
It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other
And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune
Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon
Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I'll be leaving
'Cross the deep salt sea
Whatever wild worlds I may see, will be empty without you
It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other
And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune
Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon
I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns
I heard Maria crying
Late last night I heard the news
That Veracruz was dying
Veracruz was dying
Someone called Maria's name
I swear it was my father's voice
Saying, 'If you stay you'll all be slain
You must leave now - you have no choice
Take the servants and ride west
Keep the child close to your chest
When the American troops withdraw
Let Zapata take the rest'
I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns
I heard Maria calling
Saying, 'Veracruz is dying
And Cuernavaca's falling'
Aquel dia yo jure [On that day I swore]
Hacia el puerto volvere [To the port I will return]
Aunque el destino cambio mi vida [Even though destiny changed my life]
En Veracruz morire [In Veracruz I shall die]
Aquel dia yo jure [On that day I swore]
I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns
I heard them in the harbor
Saying, 'Veracruz is dying'
If your man gets personal
Go on and have your fun
If your man gets personal
Go on and have your fun
Well you barrelhouse, baby
Barrelhouse all night long
I got this woman in Vicksburg
People, she made out into Tennessee
I got this woman in Vicksburg
People, she made out into Tennessee
[My] Friars Point mama
Lordy, she hops all over me
Ain't gon' to state no color, but her
Front teeth crowned with gold
Ain't gon' to state no color, but her
Front teeth crowned with gold
She got a mortgage on my body
She got a lien on my soul
I'm going to Rosedale
I'm going to take my rider by my side
Well, I'm going to Rosedale
I'm going to take my rider by my side
We gonna barrelhouse, baby
[It was by] the riverside
You can squeeze my lemon 'till the
Juice run down my leg
(You know what I'm talking about baby )
You can squeeze my lemon 'till
Juice run down my leg
I'm going to Friars Point, baby
[I'll be rockin'] til I'm dead
(thanks to Matthew for the help)
written by Warren Zevon, c. 1970 United Artists, c. 1996 EMI Capital Music Special Markets
I was born down in Corpus Christi
With a dram glass in my hand
When I was just 15, I got a job playing rhythm
With a Nashville Shaketown band
I've been playing the blues so long
I've been paying my dues so long
I've been traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the wind and the rain
I've been tryin' and tryin' to find the right place again . . . yeah
Now the last time I saw my sweet old mama,
Her eyesight was looking dim
And the last I saw of my dear old daddy,
His horse was aridin' him . . . yes he was
They've been singing the blues so long
They've been singing such a sad, sad song
They've been traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the wind and rain
They've been tryin' and tryin' to find the right place again . . . yeah
I've been traveling in the lightning
I've been traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the wind and the rain
Time marches on
Time stands still
Time on my hands
Time to kill
Blood on my hands
And my hands in the till
Down at the 7-11
Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life folds back
Into the sea
We contemplate eternity
Beneath the vast indifference of heaven
The past seems realer than the present to me now
I've got memories to last me
When the sky is gray
The way it is today
I remember the times when I was happy
Same old sun
Same old moon
It's the same old story
Same old tune
They all say
Someday soon
My sins will all be forgiven
Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life folds back
Into the sea
We contemplate eternity
Beneath the vast indifference of heaven
They say "Everything's all right"
They say "Better days are near"
They tell us "These are the good times"
But they don't live around here
Billy and Christie don't--
Bruce and Patti don't--
They don't live around here
I had a girl
Now she's gone
She left town
Town burned down
Nothing left
But the sound
Of the front door closing forever
Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life folds back
Into the sea
We contemplate eternity
Beneath the vast indifference of heaven
Why stop now? Let's party the rest of the night!
Seven o'clock, Eight o'clock, Nine o'clock. Ten
You wanna go home? Why? Honey, When?
We may never get this chance again!
Let's party for the rest of the night!
Yeah, Yeah! Oh, Yeah! Let's party for the rest of the night!
Yeah, Yeah! Oh, Yeah! Let's party for the rest of the night!
Why leave now? Let's party for the rest of the night!
Eleven o'clock, Twelve o'clock, One o'clock, Two
Me tired? Well boo-hoo!
I'm starting to fall in love with you
Let's party for the rest of the night!
Yeah, Yeah! Oh, Yeah! Let's party for the rest of the night!
Yeah, Yeah! Oh. Yeah! Let's party for the rest of the night!
Why slow down? Let's party for the rest of the night!
Three o'clock, Four o'clock, Five o'clock, Six
Let's throw it all into the mix and open up our bag of tricks
And party for the rest of the night!
Oh, Yeah! Yeah, Yeah! Let's party for the rest of the night!
Oh, Yeah! Yeah, Yeah! Let's party for the rest of the night!
We never had an issue! We never had a fight!
Someone must be doing something right!
Yeah, Yeah! Oh, Yeah! Let's party for the rest of the night!
Yeah, Yeah! Oh, Yeah! Let's party for the rest of the night!
She only sleeps on planes
She's tired of going nowhere
She's in Yugoslavia
Working in a miniseries
Suzie Lightning
I built a world for her
Suzie lightning
I need a girl from earth
She's in Hungary
She sends post cards home
Does she think of me?
I'm in Hollywood
Suzie Lightning
Takes no prisoners
Suzie Lightning
No use crying about it
No use trying to hold on
She lights up the sky
Then she's gone
She don't have time for love
She don't need me now
Can't she see I'm burning up
Burning down, burning out
Suzie Lightning
I built a world for her
Suzie Lightning
I need a girl from earth
written by Warren Zevon 1995 Zevon Music BMI
Every touch is measured out
Every word is written down
Sunny skies are seldom seen
In the land of few and far between
And everybody wears a frown
Someone lost their squirting rose
There's his red nose on the ground
No one's seen his painted smile
He's been gone for quite a while
Something bad happened to a clown
Something bad happened to a clown
He used to honk his horn and everyone would laugh
He used to honk his horn
She doesn't think he's very funny anymore
Footprints in the sawdust leading to the edge of town
Something bad happened to a clown
Something bad happened to a clown
He used to honk his horn and everyone would laugh
He used to honk his horn
She doesn't think he's very funny anymore
Footprints in the sawdust leading to the edge of town
Something bad happened to a clown
How're you going to make your way in the world
When you weren't cut out for working?
When your fingers are slender and frail
How're you going to get around in this sleazy bedroom town
If you don't put yourself up for sale?
Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles?
Who's gonna know who you are?
Drugs and wine and flattering light
You must try it again till you get it right
Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night
All these people with no home to go home to
They'd all like to spend the night with you maybe I would, too
But tell me how're you going to make your way in the world, woman
When you weren't cut out for working?
And you just can't concentrate and you always show up late
You said you were an actress
Yes, I believe you are I thought you'd be a star
So I drank up all the money, yes I drank up all the money
With these phonies in this Hollywood bar
These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar
Loneliness and frustration
We both came down with an acute case
When the lights came up at two I caught a glimpse of you
And your face looked like something
Death brought with him in his suitcase
Your pretty face it looked so wasted
Another pretty face devastated
The French inhaler he stamped and mailed her
I saw her leave the luau
With the one who parked the cars
And the fat one from the swimming pool
They were swaying arm in arm
I could hear the ukuleles playing
Down by the sea
She's gone with the hula hula boys
She don't care about me
She's gone with the hula hula boys
She don't care about me
They're singing,
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Yesterday she went to see
The Polynesian band
But she came home with her hair all wet
And her clothes all filled with sand
I didn't have to come to Maui
To be treated like a jerk
How do you think I feel
When I see the bellboys smirk?
And I can hear the ukuleles playing
Down by the sea
She's gone with the hula hula boys
She don't care about me
They're signing,
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
They say the devil's in the details
I know what they mean
I'm walking in the wasteland
With the Ghost in the Machine
There's a simulated sunset
Starlight in my eyes
The skies are filled with miracles
And half of them are lies
Are you real or not?
It's a fine line
Are you ready or not
For the light of day
Are you real or not?
These are strange times
And I don't want to live this way
When you wake up from a nightmare
And it's worse when you're awake
And there's no one you can turn to
And there's nothing you can take
Are you real or not?
It's a fine line
Are you ready or not
For the light of day ?
Are you real or not?
These are strange times
And I don't want to live this way
written by Warren Zevon 1989 Zevon Music BMI
I want to live alone in the desert
I want to be like Georgia O'Keefe
I want to live on the Upper East Side
And never go down in the street
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Michael Jackson in Disneyland
Don't have to share it with nobody else
Lock the gates, Goofy, take my hand
And lead me through the World of Self
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Don't want to wake up with no one beside me
Don't want to take up with nobody new
Don't want nobody coming by without calling first
Don't want nothing to do with you
I'm putting tinfoil up on the windows
Lying down in the dark to dream
I don't want to see their faces
I don't want to hear them scream
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
I know these blues are gonna rub me raw
Every single cure seems to be against the law
Went and told my psychic
I said 'Keep it to yourself.
I don't wanna hear it and don't be telling no one else.'
Word's out on the street
Whispers in the night
They come out of the woodwork, wanna see what it's like
Pickle-ickle-ickle
Gonna run that voodoo down
How the crowd gets fickle when your face is to
the ground!
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Now I'm shaking all over
I'm a shattering mass
But I'm gonna sit up straight
I'm going to take it with class
Old man used to tell me
'Son, never look back,
Move on to the next case.
Fold your clothes and pack.'
To the green horned chicken hoppers I say
'Get yourself a trade,
Or go hack to the chat room and fade in the shade'
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
I know these blues are gonna rub me raw
Every single cure seems to be against the law
I was walking pretty well then I fell into a hole
I should climb out quick, but I hate doing what I'm told
Got a wang-dang-doodle wrapped in bog snake hide
This goat head gumbo is keeping me alive
I don't want your pity or your fifty-dollar words
I don't share your need to discuss the absurd
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
If you're all alone
And you need someone
Call me up
And I'll come running
Reconsider me
Reconsider me
If it's still the past
That makes you doubt
Darlin', that was then
And this is now
Reconsider me
Reconsider me
And I'll never make you sad again
Cause I swear that I've changed since then
And I promise that I'll never make you cry
Let's let bygones
Be forgotten
Reconsider me
Reconsider me
You can go and be
What you want to be
And it'll be alright
If we disagree
I'm the one who cares
And I hope you'll see
That I'm the one who loves you
Reconsider me
Let's let bygones
Be forgotten
Reconsider me
Reconsider me
And I'll never make you sad again
'Cause I swear I've changed since then
And I'll never make you sorry if you'll try
And I'll never make you sad again
'Cause I swear that I've changed since then
And I promise that I'll never make you cry
written by Warren Zevon 1992 Zevon Music Inc.
Johnny never knew what hit him
When he first met Julia
He used to be so wild and free
Time treats everybody like a fool
You gotta roll with the punches
The sun is sinkin' low
You gotta roll with the punches
Honey, we ain't never goin' home
Johnny had a '57 Chevy
With four-on-the-floor and a 429
We used to take it out to Wild Horse Pike
Run it out to the end of the line
You gotta roll with the punches
The sun is sinkin' low
You gotta roll with the punches
Honey, we ain't never goin' home
Nighttime in the switching yard
Get it out on the mainline
Listen to the rhythm of the train go by
Listen to the train whistle whine
Nighttime in the switching yard
See that train...
The midnight train runs both ways
Do it
Doot dat doot dat doot dadoot
Listen to the train whistle whine
Listen to the train
An icy wind burns and scars
Rushes in like a fallen star
Through the narrow space between these bars
Looking down on Prison Grove
Dug in, hunkered down
Hours race without a sound
Gon' carry me to where I'm bound
Looking down on Prison Grove
Iron will hard as rock
Hold my up for the fateful knock
When they walk me down in a mortal lock
Out on Prison Grove
Shine on
All these broken lives
Shine on
Shine the light on me
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Knick knack, paddy wack
They say you'll hear your own bones crack
When they bend you back to bible black
Then you'll find your love
Some folks have to die too hard
Some folks have to cry too hard
Take one lst look at the prison yard
Goodbye Prison Grove
Shine on
All these broken lives
Shine on
Shine the light on me
Come on, oh, oh
Come on, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Come on, oh, oh
Hey, oh, oh
Come on, oh, oh
Hey, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Please stay
Please stay
Two words I've thought I'd never learn to say
Don't go away
Please stay
Don't leave
Me here
When so many things so hard to see are clear
I need you near
To me
Will you stay with me to the end?
When there's nothing left but you and me and the wind
We'll never know till we try
To find the other side of goodbye
Oh, sweet darlin'
Will you stay with me to the end?
When there's nothing left but you and me and the wind
We'll never know till we try
To find the other side of goodbye
Please stay
Pleast stay
Two words I've thought I'd never learn to say
Don't go away
Please stay
We left Constantinople in a thousand ninety-nine
To restore the one True Cross was in this heart of mine
To bring it to Jerusalem and then sail home to Rhodes
We took that holy ride ourselves to know
We took that holy ride ourselves to know
Everyone got famous, everyone got rich
Everyone went off the rails and ended in the ditch
But we had to take that long, hard road to see where it would go
We took that holy ride ourselves to know
We took that holy ride ourselves to know
Now if you make a pilgrimage I hope you find your grail
Be loyal to the ones you leave with even if you fail
Be chivalrous to strangers you meet along the road
As you take that holy ride yourselves to know
You take that holy ride yourselves to know
I'm numb as a statue
I may have to beg, borrow or steal
Some feelings from you
So I can have some feelings too
I'm pale as a ghost
You know what I love about you
That's what I need the most
I'm gonna beg, borrow or steal
Some feelings from you
I'm gonna beg, borrow or steal
So I can have some feelings too
I don't care if it's superficial
You don't have to dig down deep
Just bring enough for the ritual
Get here before I fall asleep
Ain't nothing special
When the present meets the past
I've always taken care of business
I've paid my first and last
You can't find him
The way is dim
You feel like giving up
You ache for her
Rest assured
It's never too late for love
You say you're tired
How I hate to hear you use that word
Every time it hurts
You say you're tired
How I hate to hear you use that word
Everybody hurts
Things go wrong
The days are long
You think you've had enough
You feel discouraged
Rest assured
It's never too late for love
You say you're tired
How I hate to hear you use that word
Every time it hurts
You say you're tired
How I hate to hear you use that word
Everybody hurts
Who am I to say
I know the way you feel
I've felt your pain
And I know your sorrow
You could try to let the past slip away
Live for today
Don't stop believing in tomorrow
You've come so far
The way is dark
You feel like turning back
But the way is black. . .
The way is black. . .
You can't find him
The way is dim
You feel like giving up
You ache for her
Rest assured
It's never too late for love
You say you're tired
How I hate to hear you use that word
Every time it hurts
You say you're tired
How I hate to hear you use that word
Everybody hurts
Who am I to say
I know the way you feel ?
I've felt your pain
And I know your sorrow
You could try to let the past slip away
Live for today
Don't stop believing in tomorrow
Everybody's restless and they've got no place to go
Someone's always trying to tell them
Something they already know
So their anger and resentment flow
But don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
You know, the Sheriff's got his problems too
He will surely take them out on you
In walked the village idiot and his face was all aglow
He's been up all night listening to Mohammed's Radio
Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
Everybody's desperate trying to make ends meet
Work all day, still can't pay the price of gasoline and meat
Alas, their lives are incomplete
Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
You've been up all night listening for his drum
Hoping that the righteous might just might just might just come
I heard the General whisper to his aide-de-camp
"Be watchful for Mohammed's lamp"
Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed's Radio
Don't bring the milk in
Leave it on the porch
Don't read the papers
Don't mow the lawn no more
Drive to the market
At the break of dawn
Watch 'em unload the produce
Then ride right back home
It's the white man's burden
And it weighs a ton
I'm a family man
Model citizen
Torment the mailman
Terrorize the maid
Try to teach 'em some manners
Whip 'em into shape
Down in the basement
I've got a Craftsman lathe
Show it to the children
When they misbehave
It's the white man's burden
And it weighs a ton
I'm a family man
Model citizen
I'm a law-abiding man
I'm a good Samaritan
I pay my taxes when I can
Model citizen
In the cool of the evening
When the sun goes down
My wife's playing canasta
With everyone in town
When I feel the pressure
And I need a break
Load up the Winnebago
Drive it in the lake
It's the white man's burden
And it weighs a ton
I'm a family man
Model citizen
She stood beside my narrow bed
to check my E.K.G.
She shook her pretty little head
At what's become of me
I thought I glimpsed a path that led
Through rhododendron days
And fuchsia nights to the boatshed
In which we two once lay
But she gazed only at my chart
The valleys and the peaks
Brought back the time she broke my heart
In Macgillycuddy's Reeks
But she gazed only at my chart
The valleys and the peaks
Brought back the time she broke my heart
In Macgillycuddy's Reeks
I saw her on Killarney's shore
One morning in July
When I still thought I was a thorn
Trying to find a side
I met her in the little launch
That runs to Innisfallen
Hunched together, haunch to haunch
Trying to keep my balance
But she upset my applecart
She kissed me on the cheek
And I was struck by Cupid's dart
In Macgillycuddy's Reeks
Macgillycuddy's Reeks
Macgillycuddy's Reeks
I was struck by Cupid's dart
In Macgillycuddy's Reeks
She was a systems analyst
For a dot com company
She said, 'You think because we've kissed
I'll be yours eternally
I'll sign another pre-nup
And we'll merge our P.L.C.s
That's why most girls go belly-up
In this economy
But when it comes to a jump start
Your forecast's pretty bleak
The NASDAQ goes by dips and starts
Like Macgillycuddy's Reeks
The NASDAQ goes by dips and starts
Like Macgillycuddy's Reeks
She looked only at my chart
The valleys and the peaks
Brought back the time she broke my heart
In Macgillycuddy's Reeks
Macgillycuddy's Reeks
Macgillycuddy's Reeks
That was the time she broke my heart
In Macgillycuddy's Reeks
Pour leur plaire aux femmes
Dites donc
Dites-moi Madame
Qu'ai-je donc
Perfides ou sinceres
C'est selon
Quand faut s'en defaire
C'est coton
Avec une gueule pareille
Nom de nom
N' me manqu' aux oreilles
Des pompons
Et si je marchais a
Croupetons
J'aurais tout du pauvre A-
liboron
Laissez-moi
Laissez-moi tranquille
Laissez-moi
Laissez-moi
Laissez-moi tranquille
Laissez-moi
Allez sans esclandre
Mes chatons
Allez vous faire pendre
Allez donc
Ailleurs qu'a mon gilet
A quoi bon
Je n' suis pas le gibet
D' Montfaucon
Laissez-moi
Laissez-moi tranquille
Laissez-moi
Laissez-moi
Laissez-moi tranquille
Laissez-moi
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark to see
And I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
I was born down by the river where the dirty water flows
And the cold wind cut through me, it cut right through my clothes
And the anger and the yearning, like fever in my veins
Set the fire burning
She came down from Knightstown with her hands hard from the line
From the first time I laid eyes on her
I knew that she'd be mine
Her father was a lawman, he swore he'd shoot me dead
'Cause he knew I wanted Jeannie and I'd have her like I said
Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter like me
Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter on her side
Jeannie needs a shooter
We met down by the river, on the final day in May
And when I leaned down to kiss her, she did not turn away
I drew out all my money and together we did vow
To leave that very evening and get away somehow
Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter like me
Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter on her side
Jeannie needs a shooter
The night was cold and rainy down by the riverside
I was riding hard to meet her when a shot rang out behind
As I lay there in the darkness with a pistol by my side
Jeannie and her father rode off into the night
Jeannie needs a shooter
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Grandpa pissed his pants again
He don't give a damn
Brother Billy has both guns drawn
He ain't been right since Vietnam
"Sweet home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
Daddy's doing Sister Sally
Grandma's dying of cancer now
The cattle all have brucellosis
We'll get through somehow
"Sweet home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
I'm going down to the Dew Drop Inn
See if I can drink enough
There ain't much to country living
Sweat, piss, jizz and blood
"Sweet home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
Was it something I did
In another life?
I try and try
But nothing comes out right
For me
Bad Karma
Killing me by degrees
I took a wrong turn
On the astral plane
Now I keep on thinkin'
My luck is gonna change
Someday
Bad Karma
It's uphill all the way
I can't run, Can't hide
Can't get away
It must be my destiny
The same thing happens to me every day
Bad Karma
Coming after me
Bad Karma
Killing me by degrees
Bad Karma
Bad Karma
It's a dog's life
And it's not my fault
Ought to hang my picture
In the All-Time Losers'
Hall of Fame
Bad Karma
It's a low-down dirty shame
I can't run, Can't hide
Can't get away
It must be my destiny
The same thing happens to me every day
Bad Karma
Coming after me
Bad Karma
Killing me by degrees
Bad Karma
instrumental
I have to leave
Let me go now
I dont want to be here anymore
you are boring
Let go of my arm
I have things I have to do
Im late for my train to Milan
Ow, I stubbed my toe
Where are my sandals?
Did you take my wallet?
Give It back
Im not messin around here
I really have to go now
leave me alone
Thats it im going to bite you
If you dont let me go
Im calling the Police
Get off of me
Ill tackle you and hide you
in the closet till I get back
RRRRiiinnnggg
Answer the damned phone
Im leaving
I can see me bound and gagged
Dragged behind the clownmobile
You can treat me like a dog
If you make me feel what others feel
You can train me, you can drain me
If you make me lose control
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
All you have to do is ask
I'll be happy to say yes
I'll put on the creepy mask
If you'll grant me some forgetfulness
You can strain me, you can maim me
You can chain me to the floor
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
And this loneliness-
Unbearable
And it all goes by so slow
I will stand in line
For the sacrifice
For the shamefaced love
Of the ugly vice
I will pay the price to see how far you'll go
Let me be your prisoner
Let me be your hostage-o
I can see me bound and gagged
Dragged behind the clownmobile
You can treat me like a dog
If you make me feel what others feel
You can sprain me, you can blame me
If you make me lose control
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
Big gorilla at the L.A. Zoo
Snatched the glasses right off my face
Took the keys to my BMW
Left me here to take his place
I wish the ape a lot of success
I'm sorry my apartment's a mess
Most of all I'm sorry if I made you blue
I'm betting the gorilla will, too
They say Jesus will find you wherever you go
But when He'll come looking for you, they don't know
In the mean time, keep your profile low
Gorilla, you're a desperado
He built a house on an acre of land
He called it Villa Gorilla Now
I hear he's getting divorced
Laying low at L'Ermitage, of course
Then the ape grew very depressed
Went through Transactional Analysis
He plays racquetball and runs in the rain
Still he's shackled to a platinum chain
Big gorilla at the L.A. Zoo
Snatched the glasses right off my face
Took the keys to my BMW
Left me here to take his place
Jungle telephone
Ding a dong ding ding _____ with a red mud
Ching a chong ching ching
Gorilla go bang bang ____________ling ling
Gorilla go bang bang ____________ling ling
Great white hunter
He shoot gun gun
Country boy baboon
Him go run run
Gorilla go bang bang ____________ling ling
Gorilla go bang bang ____________ling ling
Get Back Gorilla!!!!!!
written by Warren Zevon 1971
Mr. Bones Music Inc. Publishing BMI
Softly falls the morning rain
Loneliness comes around again
And I sit and sing my song
'Though it never seems to matter
And it never fills the emptiness inside
Frozen notes hang suspended in the autumn air
While someone waits for someone to come somewhere
No one waits for me
'Cause I thought I wanted to be free
Now I'm wondering why I said goodbye
Looking through my window
At the dark and troubled sky
I think I see the ship of the brokenhearted passing by
And I turn away
From today
To where we used to lie
And I cry
Yes, I cry
And I cry
While softly falls the morning rain
Loneliness comes around again
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Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best
Excitable boy, they all said
And he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest
Excitable boy, they all said
He took in the four a.m. show at the Clark
Excitable boy, they all said
And he bit the usherette's leg in the dark
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
He took little Suzie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said
And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
After ten long years they let him out of the home
Excitable boy, they all said
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
Warren Zevon, Zevon Music BMI
I can saw a woman in two
But you won't want to look in the box when I do
I can make love disappear
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer
I can pull a rabbit out of a hat
I can pull it out but I can't put it back
I can make love disappear
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer
It's lonely up here
When the tricks have been played
And the spotlights have faded
And the plans that we made
Have fallen apart
It's lonely as hell
And there's no magic spell
For a broken heart
You can put me in chains and I will escape
Better not wait up 'cause I might be late
I can make love disappear
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer
It's lonely up here
When the tricks have been played
And the spotlights have faded
And the plans that we made
Have fallen apart
It's lonely as hell
And there's no magic spell
For a broken heart
I can saw a woman in two
But you won't want to look in the box when I do
I can make love disappear
I close my eyes, you reappear
I always carry you inside, in here
I fall asleep, you come to me
And once again our love is real
How could I have let you get away
Why couldn't I have found a way to say
'Tu eres el amor de mi vida [You are the love of my life]
Si solo te pudiera encontrar [If only I could find you]
Con todo el corazon te diria [With all my heart I would tell you]
Tu eres mi amor de verdad' [you are my true love]
I look outside, I know you're there
And you've found a brand new life somewhere
I only wish it had been us
But I'm happy for your happiness
How could I ever let you go
How will I ever let you know
'Tu eres el amor de mi vida [You are the love of my life]
Si solo te pudiera encontrar [If only I could find you]
Con todo el corazon te diria [With all my heart I would tell you]
Tu eres mi amor de verdad' [you are my true love]
'Tu eres mi amor, [You are my love]
tu eres mi amor, [You are my love]
tu eres mi amor de verdad' [You are my true love]
'Tu eres mi amor, [You are my love]
tu eres mi amor, [You are my love]
tu eres mi amor de verdad' [You are my true love]
My baby's sweeter
Lord, she's sweeter than apple butter
My baby's sweeter
You know, she's sweeter than apple butter
She's lonely tonight
I just brought her over from Calcutta
Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight
The sky was on fire
When I walked to the mill
To take up the slack in the line
I thought of my friends
And the troubles they've had
To keep me from thinking of mine
Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight
The moon has a face
And it smiles on the lake
And causes the ripples in Time
I'm lucky to be here
With someone I like
Who maketh my spirit to shine
Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight
Some days I feel like my shadow's casting me
Some days the sun don't shine
Sometimes I wonder what tomorrow's gonna bring
When I think about my dirty life and times
One day I came to a fork in the road
Folks, I just couldn't go where I was told
Now they'll hunt me down and hang me for my crimes
If I tell about my dirty life and times
I had someone 'til she went out for a stroll
Should have run after her
It's hard to find a girl with a heart of gold
When you're living in a four-letter world
And if she won't love me then her sister will
She's from Say-one-thing-and-mean-another's-ville
And she can't seem to make up her mind
When she hears about my dirty life and times
Some days I feel like my shadow's casting me
Some days the sun don't shine
Sometimes I wonder why I'm still running free
All up and down the line
Gets a little lonely, folks, you know what I mean
I'm looking for a woman with low self-esteem
To lay me out and ease my worried mind
While I'm winding down my dirty life and times
Who'll lay me out and ease my worried mind
While I'm winding down my dirty life and times
written by E. McDaniel, Arc Music Corp. BMI (1980?)
Here's a little story that I really want to tell
It's about Bo Diddley at the O.K Corral
Now, Bo Diddley didn't start no mess
He had a gun on his hip and a rose on his vest
'Cause Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley buys him a diamond ring
If that diamond ring don't shine
He better take it to a private eye
If that private eye can't see
Well, he better bring that ring to me
I said, "Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah"
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah)
"Yeah, Bo Diddley, huh"
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, hey, yeah, etc.)
I said, "Why'd ya come to my house
On Black Jack Road
Take my baby away from home
Where'd you go or where you been
Up your house and gone again
I said, "Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley,
Have you heard?
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
My pretty baby, Kim
She was a bird"
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
I said, "Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah"
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah)
"Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah, huh"
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah)
Yeah...Child.....yeah
I said, "Bo Diddley's a gunslinger"
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
"Bo Diddley's a gunslinger"
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(T-Bone Burnett and Warren Zevon)
I've been lying on a bed of coals
I've been crying out of control
I roll and I tumble
Every time I come down
I'm too old to die young
And too young to die now
I've been sleeping on a bed of nails
I've been bleeding--it never fails
I feel every needle
That pierced through my heart
I'm too old to die young
And I can't play the part
Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
Behind the veils
Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
Behind the veils
I've been lying in a bed of shame
I've been dying all alone
I pray for the power
To turn it around
I'm too old to die young
And too young to die now
Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
Behind the veils
Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
You're supposed to sit on your ass and nod at stupid things
Man, that's hard to do
And if you don't, they'll screw you
And if you do, they'll screw you, too
When I'm standing in the middle of the diamond all alone
I always play to win
When it comes to skin and bone
And sometimes I say things I shouldn't
Like....
And sometimes I say things I shouldn't
Like....
The phone don't ring
And the sun refused to shine
Never thought I'd have to pay so dearly
For what was already mine
For such a long, long time
We made mad love
Shadow love
Random love
And abandoned love
Accidentally like a martyr
The hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder
The days slide by
Should have done, should have done, we all sigh
Never thought I'd ever be so lonely
After such a long, long time
Time out of mind
We made mad love
Shadow love
Random love
And abandoned love
Accidentally like a martyr
Tell Automatic Slim , tell Razor Totin' Jim
Tell Butcher Knife Totin' Annie, tell Fast Talking Fanny
A we gonna pitch a ball, a down to that union hall
We gonna romp and tromp till midnight
We gonna fuss and fight till daylight
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long
All night long, all night long, all night long
Tell Kudu-Crawlin' Red, tell Abyssinian Ned
Tell ol' Pistol Pete, everybody gonna meet
Tonight we need no rest, we really gonna throw a mess
We gonna to break out all of the windows
We gonna kick down all the doors
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long
All night long, all night long, all night long
Tell Fats and Washboard Sam, that everybody gonna to jam
Tell Shaky and Boxcar Joe, we got sawdust on the floor
Tell Peg and Caroline Dye, we gonna have a time
When the fish scent fill the air
There'll be snuff juice everywhere
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long
How're you going to make your way in the world
When you weren't cut out for working?
When your fingers are slender and frail
How're you going to get around in this sleazy bedroom town
If you don't put yourself up for sale?
Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles?
Who's gonna know who you are?
Drugs and wine and flattering light
You must try it again till you get it right
Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night
All these people with no home to go home to
They'd all like to spend the night with you maybe I would, too
But tell me how're you going to make your way in the world, woman
When you weren't cut out for working?
And you just can't concentrate and you always show up late
You said you were an actress
Yes, I believe you are I thought you'd be a star
So I drank up all the money, yes I drank up all the money
With these phonies in this Hollywood bar
These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar
Loneliness and frustration
We both came down with an acute case
When the lights came up at two I caught a glimpse of you
And your face looked like something
Death brought with him in his suitcase
Your pretty face it looked so wasted
Another pretty face devastated
The French inhaler he stamped and mailed her
I was working part time
In the five and dime
My boss was Mr. McGee
He told me several times
That he didn't like my kind
'Cause I was a bit too leisurely
I was always busy
Doing something close to nothing
Different then the time before
That's when I saw her
Oh I saw her
She walked in through the out door, out door
(CHORUS)
She wore a raspberry beret
The kind you find in a second hand store
Raspberry beret
When it was warm she didn't wear much more
Raspberry beret
I think I love her
Built the way she was
She had the nerve to ask me
If I meant to do her any harm
So I put her on the back of my bike
And we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
Now rainy days never turned me on
But something about the way
The clouds and her mixed
She wasn't too bright to know
The way she kissed me
I knew she knew how to get her kicks
So much to do, there's plenty on the farm
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Saturday night I like to raise a little harm
I'll sleep when I'm dead
I'm drinking heartbreak motor oil and Bombay gin
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Straight from the bottle, twisted again
I'll sleep when I'm dead alright
Well, I take this medicine as prescribed
I'll sleep when I'm dead
It don't matter if I get a little tired
I'll sleep when I'm dead
I've got a 38 special up on the shelf
I'll sleep when I'm dead
If I start acting stupid
I'll shoot myself
And I'll sleep when I'm dead
So, much to do, there's plenty on the farm
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Saturday night I like to raise a little harm
I See the Lights
Music and lyrics by Warren Zevon
I see the traffic in the streets
I hear the songs subways sang beneath our feet
And is it rain or tears that I feel
Upon my face, the cities seems unreal
I see the lights
I see the lights
But there's no warmth
Or shelter in the night
People pass me on the way
And they see my eyes are filled with yesterday
When you were here, I felt your heart beat near
Now the dark sides never clear
I see the lights
I see the lights
But there's no warmth
Or shelter in the night
I've been this way before
A thousand times or more
And though the places are the same
The faces are all yours
I see the lights
I see the lights
But there's no warmth
Or shelter in the night
I see the traffic in the streets
I hear the songs subways sang beneath our feet
And is it rain or tears that I feel
Upon my face, the cities seems unreal
I see the lights
I see the lights
But there's no warmth
Or shelter in the night
I see the lights
I see the lights
But there's no warmth
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian hotel
I was staring in my empty coffee cup
I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin'
All the salty Margaritas in Los Angeles
I'm gonna drink 'em up
And if California slides into the ocean
Like the mystics and statistics say it will
I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill
Don't the sun look angry through the trees
Don't the trees look like crucified thieves
Don't you feel like desperadoes under the eaves
Heaven help the one who leaves
Still waking up in the mornings with shaking hands
And I'm trying to find a girl who understands me
But except in dreams you're never really free
Don't the sun look angry at me
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian hotel
I was listening to the air conditioner hum
It went mmm, mmm, mmm
Look away down Gower Avenue, look away
Look away down Gower Avenue, look away
Look away down Gower Avenue, look away
The sky is gray
The day is turning
Dark begins to fall
At night I cannot help but think about you
Though I'm lonely
It is only
Love and that is all
So I will come and go my way without you
Though I'm feeling sad I know
There'll be another sunrise
Now I'm lonely; I'm resigned
To live my life in loneliness
Who was I to bring you down
I didn't have the right
Now you're gone but I'll go on
And I will be all right
Close your eyes
Don't look back
Just turn and walk away
Hey, hey, hey
The sky is gray
The day is turning
Dark begins to fall
At night I cannot help but think about you
Though I'm lonely
It is only
Love and that is all
So I will come and go my way without you
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein
Werewolves of London
Werewolves of Los Angeles
If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Brian DePalma again
Werewolves of London
Here comes that dangerous man
He's the hairy handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
And he's looking for James Taylor
Werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf trying to buy a used car at Del Mar
It was a bloody red coupe de ville
He said he was adrivin' it to Mexico
Going down to Tiajuana
Gonna kill somebody in a film or something
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
I saw Jackson Browne 'Walking Slow' down the avenue
You know his heart is perfect
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a Perrier at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London again
Draw blood
Woke up this mornin'
I was feelin' around for my shoes
I knew I had them
Mean 'ol walkin' blues
But I woke up this mornin'
I was feeling around for my shoes
I know I had them
Mean ol' walkin' blues
Don't ever let her tell you
That the worried blues ain't bad
It's the worst old feeling
That I most ever had
Don't ever let 'em tell you
That the worried blues ain't bad
It's the worst old feeling
I most ever had
Well I'm leaving Jonesboro
If I have to ride the blind
I've been mistreated
And I don't mind dyin'
Well I'm leaving Jonesboro
If I have to ride the blind
I've been mistreated
And I don't mind dyin'
She's got an Elgin movement
From her head down to her toes
Breakin' on a dollar
Any where she goes
She got a Elgin movement
From her head down to her toes
She break in on a dollar
Any where she goes
Woke up this mornin'
I was feelin' around for my shoes
I knew I had them
Mean ol' walkin' blues
But I woke up this mornin'
I was feelin' around for my shoes
I knew I had them
Mean old walkin' blues
All you guitar players
Scalding hot
And Zeke's going at it
Givin' it everything he's got
'Cause anything goes
Whatever it takes
I might pitch a fit
But I won't put on my brakes
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire,
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
I see a red-headed girl
In the red silk dress
Ya' know, I'm asking her to dance with me
She might say yes
Feel the heat
From the beat
Don't it burn you too?
And all I want to do
Is just ....rock you
Now stand in the fire, stand in the fire,
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand . . . in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand . . . in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand . . . in the fire, stand in the fire
I had a little girl, now
We crossed the state line
It was more than just an overdraft
We were looking at time
If I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
If I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
We had to leave in a hurry, now
No time to hesitate
It was worse than misunderstanding
I had to ask her not to call it fate
If I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
If I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
No one sleeps on the yellow line
No one's that alone
Someone's in the window
So don't try to use the phone
We're just up against it
We turned up in the zone
If you ever get an overdraft
You'll never make it home
If I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
If I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
If I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
If I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
By Warren Zevon
c. Zevon Music BMI, 1980
It's none of my business
But if I may
Remind you of the time
When you did something you knew was wrong
It wasn't called a crime
And I'm not saying that you should give
A sucker an even break
I'm talking about the time
That you were cruel for cruelty's sake
I'm talking about the time
That you were cruel for cruelty's sake
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for the sin?
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for the sin?
Hah?
Maybe you went and stuck your key
In somebody else's door
Maybe you went and helped yourself
To something that wasn't yours
Maybe you simply criticized
Someone you hardly knew
You ruined part of their life for them
Part of your own life, too
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for the sin?
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for it then?
If and when you feel an ill wind
Don't be too surprised
Remember when you should have
Picked on somebody your own size
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for the sin?
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for the sin?
How am I gonna pay for
How am I gonna pay for
written by Warren Zevon 1993 Zevon Music BMI
Time marches on
Time stands still
Time on my hands
Time to kill
Blood on my hands
And my hands in the till
Down at the 7-11
Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life folds back
Into the sea
We contemplate eternity
Beneath the vast indifference of heaven
The past seems realer than the present to me now
I've got memories to last me
When the sky is gray
The way it is today
I remember the times when I was happy
Same old sun
Same old moon
It's the same old story
Same old tune
They all say
Someday soon
My sins will all be forgiven
Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life folds back
Into the sea
We contemplate eternity
Beneath the vast indifference of heaven
They say "Everything's all right"
They say "Better days are near"
They tell us "These are the good times"
But they don't live around here
Billy and Christie don't--
Bruce and Patti don't--
They don't live around here
I had a girl
Now she's gone
She left town
Town burned down
Nothing left
But the sound
Of the front door closing forever
Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life folds back
Into the sea
We contemplate eternity
Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray
Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese
Roland the Thompson gunner...
His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Norway's bravest son
Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
But time stands still for Roland
'Til he evens up the score
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
The eternal Thompson gunner
still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it
[Instrumental]
I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks
And wait for the Double 'E'
But the railroad don't run no more
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood
I ain't naming names
She really worked me over good
She was just like Jesse James
She really worked me over good
She was a credit to her gender
She put me through some changes, Lord
Sort of like a Waring blender
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
Well, I met a girl at the Rainbow Bar
She asked me if I'd beat her
She took me back to the Hyatt House
I don't want to talk about it
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
I met a girl from the Vieux Carre'
Down in Yokahama
She picked me up and she'd throw me down
I said, 'Where's George Gruel, my road manger and best friend'
'Come on out here George...'
Get up and dance
Get up and dance or I'll kill you and I got the means
written by Warren Zevon and Carl Hiaasen
1995 Zevon Music BMI
Got a Glock in the bedside table
Machine gun leaning by the bedroom door
Kevlar vest in the closet
Well, I wear it when I go to the store
Shadows on the window
Rustling in the hedge
Faces at the peephole
Footsteps on the ledge
If you come calling
He'll be mauling with intent to maim
Don't knock on my door
If you don't know my Rottweiler's name
Halogen lights in the driveway
Guardian Angels living next door
One hundred pounds of unfriendly persuasion
Sleeping on the Florida porch
Slackers in the market
Bangers in the mall
Skinheads on the golf course
Hunting for their balls
If you come calling
He'll be mauling with intent to maim
Don't knock on my door
If you don't know my Rottweiler's name
Well, he's dreaming about an intruder or two
And the promise of burglar blood
He's yearning to chew on a gangster tattoo
And to hear the proverbial sickening thud
Shadows on the window
Rustling in the hedge
Faces at the peephole
Footsteps on the ledge
If you come calling
He'll be mauling with intent to maim
Don't knock on my door
(Warren Zevon)
Don't the sky look funny
Don't it look kinda chewed-on like
Don't you feel like running
Don't you feel llike running from the dawn's early light
Quite ugly one morning
We all said goodnight
It came without a warning
Just a flash of light
Don't you feel kind of funny
Don't you feel kind of funny inside
When you feel like laughing
And everybody tells you you ought to be crying
Quite ugly one morning
We all said goodnight
It came without a warning
But it was quite all right
Quite ugly one morning
We all said goodnight
It came without a warning
But it was quite all right
>From dawn to sundown
It's a long, long way
And it's a hollow triumph
When you make it to the bottom of another day
There's a fever rising
When the evening comes
And when the battle's over
There'll be nothing left but the sound of drums
Quite ugly one morning
We all said goodnight
It came without a warning
Just a flash of light
Quite ugly one morning
We all said goodnight
It came without a warning
But it was quite all right
Nighttime in the switching yard
Get it out on the mainline
Listen to the rhythm of the train go by
Listen to the train whistle whine
Nighttime in the switching yard
See that train...
The midnight train runs both ways
Do it
Doot dat doot dat doot dadoot
Listen to the train whistle whine
Listen to the train
Listen to the track
Everybody's restless and they've got no place to go
Someone's always trying to tell them
Something they already know
So their anger and resentment flow
But don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
Ayatollah's got his problems too
And even Jimmy Carter's got the highway blues
I went to see the Governor 'cause I thought that he would know
(you see I knew him)
He's been up all night listening to Mohammed's Radio
Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
Everybody's desperate trying to make ends meet
Work all day, still can't pay the price of gasoline and meat
Alas, their lives are incomplete
Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
You've been up all night listening for his drum
Hoping that the righteous might just might just might just come
I heard the General whisper to his aide-de-camp
'Be watchful for Mohammed's lamp'
Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed's Radio
By Warren Zevon
c. 1995 Zevon Music BMI
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Hoist the mainsail - here I come
Ain't no room on board for the insincere
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
I was born to rock the boat
Some may sink but we will float
Grab your coat - let's get out of here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
Long ago we laughed at shadows
Lightning flashed and thunder followed us
It could never find us here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
Long ago we laughed at shadows
Lightning flashed and thunder followed us
It could never find us here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
I was born to rock the boat
Some may sink but we will float
Grab your coat - let's get out of here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
I was staying at the Marriott with Jesus and John Wayne
I was waiting for a chariot, they were waiting for a train
The sky was full of carrion "I'll take the mazuma"
Said Jesus to Marion "That's the 3: 10 to Yuma"
My ride's here
My ride's here
My ride's here
My ride's here
The Houston sky was changeless, we galloped through bluebonnets
I was wrestling with an angel, you were working on a sonnet
You said, "I believe the seraphim will gather up my pinto
And carry me away, Jim, across the San Jacinto
My ride's here
My ride's here
My ride's here
My ride's here
Shelley and Keats were out in the street
And even Lord Byron was leaving for Greece
While back in the Hilton, last but not least
Milton was holding his sides
Saying, "You bravos had better be ready to fight
Or we'll never get out of East Texas tonight
But the trail is long and the river is wide
And my ride's here"
I was staying at the Westin, I was playing to a draw
When in walked Charlton Heston with the Tablets of the Law
He said, "It's still the Greatest Story"
I said, "Man, I'd like to stay
But I'm bound for glory, I'm on my way
My Ride's Here
My Ride's Here
My Ride's Here
My Ride's Here
My Ride's Here
My Ride's Here
My Ride's Here
My Ride's Here
My Ride's Here
My Ride's Here
My Ride's Here
My Ride's Here
My Ride's Here
You can try to please me
But it won't be easy
Stone walls surround me
I'm surprised you even found me
And you don't stand an outside chance
And you don't stand an outside chance
And you don't stand an outside chance
But you can try
Whatever you do, girl
You know you can't get through, girl
You bring me down
Hang me up
Or even hang around
And you don't stand an outside chance
And you don't stand an outside chance
And you don't stand an outside chance
But you can try
I know you think you can get me
I'm only flesh and bone
But you may as well forget me
Because my heart is made of stone
You better leave me alone . . . yeah
You can try to please me
But it won't be easy
Stone walls surround me
I'm surprised you even found me
And you don't stand an outside chance
And you don't stand an outside chance
And you don't stand an outside chance
I have learned that love can turn
Like the seasons
And I know you had to go
You've got your reasons
Still I wish you would stay
Tell me why you are going away
It hurts me not knowing
And I believe that love's light leaves in September
But Fall; and all I do is remember
Still I wish you would stay
Tell me why you are going away
It hurts me not knowing
How I have wronged you
Oh, how I long to hold you again
Like summer never ended
But winter must fall and I will give all
Of my love to someone new
For summer must follow too, and you
And I have learned that love can turn
Like the seasons
And I know you had to go
You have your reasons
Still I wish you would stay.......
So much to do, there's plenty on the farm
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Saturday night I like to raise a little harm
I'll sleep when I'm dead
I'm drinking heartbreak motor oil and Bombay gin
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Straight from the bottle, again & again
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Well, I take this medicine as prescribed
I'll sleep when I'm dead
It don't matter if I get a little wired
I'll sleep when I'm dead
I've got a .44 Magnum up on the shelf
I'll sleep when I'm dead
And I DON'T intend to use it on myself
I'll sleep when I'm dead
So much to do, there's plenty on the farm
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Saturday night I like to raise a little harm
I'll sleep when I'm dead
You've got an invalid haircut
It hurts when you smile
You'd better get out of town
Before your nickname expires
It's the kingdom of the spiders
It's the empire of the ants
You need a permit to walk around downtown
You need a license to dance
Life'll kill ya
That's what I said
Life'll kill ya
Then you'll be dead
Life'll find ya
Wherever you go
Requiescat in pace
That's all she wrote
From the President of the United States
To the lowliest rock and roll star
The doctor is in and he'll see you now
He don't care who you are
Some get the awful, awful diseases
Some get the knife, some get the gun
Some get to die in their sleep
At the age of a hundred and one
Life'll kill ya
That's what I said
Life'll kill ya
Then you'll be dead
Life'll find ya
Wherever you go
Requiescat in pace
That's all she wrote
Maybe you'll go to heaven
See Uncle Al and Uncle Lou
Maybe you'll be reincarnated
Maybe that stuff's true
If you were good
Maybe you'll come back as someone nice
And if you were bad
Maybe you'll have to pay the price
Life'll kill ya
That's what I said
Life'll kill ya
Then you'll be dead
Life'll find ya
Wherever you go
Requiescat in pace
That's all she wrote
1982 Tiny Tunes ASCAP Valgovind Music & Zevon Music BMI
I worked hard, but not for the money
Did my best to please
I used to think it was funny
'Til I realized it was just a tease
Don Quixote had his windmills
Ponce de Leon took his cruise
Took Sinbad seven voyages
To see that it was all a ruse
(That's why I'm) Looking for the next best thing
Looking for the next best thing
I appreciate the best
But I'm settling for less
'Cause I'm looking for the next best thing
Looking for the next best thing
All alone on the road to perfection
At the inspection booth they tried to discourage me
You can believe what you want--that'll never change it
You'll have to come around eventually
(And you'll be) Looking for the next best thing
Looking for the next best thing
I appreciate the best
But I'm settling for less
'Cause I'm looking for the next best thing
Looking for the next best thing
Dry your eyes my little friend
Let me take you by the hand
Freddie get ready Rock steady
When Johnny strikes up the band
They'll be rocking in the projects
Walking down along the strand
Freddie get ready Rock steady
When Johnny strikes up the band
Johnny strikes up the band
When Johnny strikes up the ...
When Johnny strikes up the ...
When Johnny strikes up the band
And Johnny is my main man
He's the keeper of the keys
He'll put your mind at ease
He's guaranteed to please
Back by popular demand
Look around, my little friend
Jubilation in the land
Freddie get ready Rock steady
When Johnny strikes up the band
Johnny strikes up the band
When Johnny strikes up the ...
When Johnny strikes up the ...
When Johnny strikes up the band
If you told me that you loved me
I would feel so proud
You let me hold you honey
I would holler out loud
I'll never love another
Even if I can
Oh, come to me, baby
I'm a one woman man
Won't you let me, baby,
Just a kinda' hang around
I'll always love you honey
And I'll never let you down
I'll never love another
Even if I can
Oh, come to me, baby
I'm a one woman man
I'd climb the highest mountain
If it reached up to the sky
To prove that I loved you
I would jump off and fly
I'd even swim the ocean
From shore to shore
To prove that I love you
Just a little bit more
Won't you let me, baby,
Just a kinda' hang around
I'll always love you honey
And I'll never let you down
I'll never love another
Even if I can
Oh, come to me, baby
I'm a one woman man
If you told me that you loved me
I would feel so proud
If you'd let me hold you honey
I would holler out loud
I'll never love another
Even if I can
Oh, come to me, baby
I'm a one woman man
I'll never love another
Even if I can
Oh, come to me, baby
I'm a one woman man
Come to me, baby,
I'm a one woman man
(Bruce Springsteen and Warren Zevon)
I was born down by the river where the dirty water flows
And the cold wind cut through me; it cut right through my clothes
And the anger and the yearning, like fever in my veins
Set the fire burning
She came down from Knightstown with her hands hard from the line
From the first time I laid eyes on her I know that she'd be mine
Her father was a lawman--he swore he'd shoot me dead
'Cause he knew I wanted Jeannie and I'd haver her like I said
Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter like me
Jeannie needs a shooter
Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter on her side
Jeannie needs a shooter
We met down by the river on the final day in May
And when I leaned down to kiss her, she did not turn away
I drew out all my money and together we did vow
To meet that very evening, and get away somehow
Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter like me
Jeannie needs a shooter
Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter on her side
Jeannie needs a shooter
The night was cold and rainy down by the borderline
I was riding hard to meet her when a shot rang out behind
As I lay there in the darkness with a pistol by my side
Jeannie and her father rode off into the night
On a small Missouri farm
Back when the west was young
Two boys learned to rope and ride
And be handy with a gun
War broke out between the states
And they joined up with Quantrill
And it was over in Clay county
That Frank and Jesse finally learned to kill
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on riding, riding, riding
'Til you clear your names
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Across the rivers and the range
Keep on riding, riding, riding Frank and Jesse James
After Appomattox they were on the loosing side
So no amnesty was granted
And as outlaws they did ride
They rode against the railroads,
And they rode against the banks
And they rode against the governor
Never did they ask for a word of thanks
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on riding, riding, riding
'Til you clear your names
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Across the prairies and the plains
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Robert Ford, a gunman
Did exchange for his parole
Took the life of James the outlaw
Which he snuck up on and stole
No one knows just where they came to be misunderstood
But the poor Missouri farmers knew
Frank and Jesse do the best they could
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on riding, riding, riding
'Til you clear your names
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Across the rivers and the range
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Well the wrong kind of people don't want you to change
They just want you to stay the same
They want to keep you in between
So hold that pose like a figurine
Figurine
Don't it make you want to scream?
Don't you get it, yet?
They think of you as a statuette
And the wrong kind of people don't want you to change
They just want you to stay the same
They're gonna ask you 'Where you been?
' Make you wait, like a mannequin
They want to keep you high and dry
To furnish them with an alibi
They want to keep you in between
So hold that pose like a figurine
Figurine
Don't it make you want to scream?
Don't you get it, yet?
They think of you as a statuette
Well the wrong kind of people don't want you to change
They want you to stay the same
They don't want you to be free
They want you to watch TV
Well, I'm gone to Detox Mansion
Way down on Last Breath Farm
I've been rakin' leaves with Liza
Me and Liz clean up the yard
Left my home in Music City
In the back of a limosine
Now I'm doin' my own laundry
And I'm gettin' those clothes clean
Growin' fond of Detox Mansion
And this quiet life I lead
But I'm just dying to tell my story
For all my friends to read
Well, it's tough to be somebody
And it's hard to keep from fallin' apart
Up here on Rehab Mountain
We gonna learn these things by heart
Well, I'm gone to Detox Mansion
Way down on Last Breath Farm
I've been rakin' leaves with Liza
Me and Liz clean up the yard
What goes on in Detox Mansion
Outside the rubber room
We get therapy and lectures
We play golf in the afternoon
Well, it's tough to be somebody
And it's hard not to fall apart
Up here on Rehab Mountain
written by Warren Zevon (?) circa 1966 (?)
Stars are hidden me
my lids I just can't keep on
going now you're mine
Skies are falling, you
are calling me and I will
fall behind you tell me
Where we're going to
see the rain softly falling
on my window pane
Don't know where
But I don't care
I will follow him
Until the stars grow dim
Until the wind has blown
away hey you tell me where
we're going to follow me (follow me, follow me)
My head is goin' 'round
My empty wrists are pounding
I dont know what to do
But I will follow you
Wind is cryin' trees
are sighin' birds are flyin'
higher now you're mine
Now the night is still
Wander where you will and I
will find you tell me
Where we're going to
see the rain softly falling
on my window pane
Don't know where
But I don't care
I will follow him
Until the stars grow dim
Until the wind has
blown away hey you tell me
where we're going to
Follow me, follow me, follow me
My restless heels don't heed me
I'll wander where you lead me
But I don't know what to do
Hurry home early -- hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
Hurry home early -- hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
>From Youngstown, Ohio, Ray "Boom Boom" Mancini
A lightweight contender, like father like son
He fought for the title with Frias in Vegas
And he put him away in round number one
Hurry home early -- hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
Hurry home early -- hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
When Alexis Arguello gave Boom Boom a beating
Seven weeks later he was back in the ring
Some have the speed and the right combinations
If you can't take the punches, it don't mean a thing
Hurry home early -- hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
Hurry home early -- hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
When they asked him who was responsible
For the death of Du Koo Kim
He said, "Some one should have stopped the fight
And told me it was him."
They made hypocrite judgements after the fact
But the name of the game is be hit and hit back
Hurry home early -- hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
Hurry home early -- hurry on home
written by E. McDaniel, Arc Music Corp. BMI (1980?)
Here's a little story that I really want to tell
It's about Bo Diddley at the O.K Corral
Now, Bo Diddley didn't start no mess
He had a gun on his hip and a rose on his vest
'Cause Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley buys him a diamond ring
If that diamond ring don't shine
He better take it to a private eye
If that private eye can't see
Well, he better bring that ring to me
I said, "Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah"
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah)
"Yeah, Bo Diddley, huh"
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, hey, yeah, etc.)
I said, "Why'd ya come to my house
On Black Jack Road
Take my baby away from home
Where'd you go or where you been
Up your house and gone again
I said, "Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley,
Have you heard?
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
My pretty baby, Kim
She was a bird"
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
I said, "Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah"
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah)
"Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah, huh"
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah)
Yeah...Child.....yeah
I said, "Bo Diddley's a gunslinger"
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
"Bo Diddley's a gunslinger"
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
It used to seem to me
That my life ran on too fast
And I had to take it slowly
Just to make the good parts last
But when you're born to run
It's so hard to just slow down
So don't be surprised to see me
Back in that bright part of town
I'll be back in the high life again
All the doors I closed one time will open up again
I'll be back in the high life again
All the eyes that watched me once will smile and take me in
And I'll drink and dance with one hand free
Let the world back into me
And on I'll be a sight to see
Back in the high life again
You used to be the best
To make life be life to me
And I hope that you're still out there
And you're like you used to be
We'll have ourselves a time
And we'll dance 'til the morning sun
And we'll let the good times come in
And we won't stop 'til we're done
We'll be back in the high life again
All the doors I closed one time will open up again
We'll be back in the high life again
All the eyes that watched us once will smile and take us in
And we'll drink and dance with one hand free
And have the world so easily
And oh we'll be a sight to see
Back in the high life again
We'll be back in the high life again
All the doors I closed one time will open up again
We'll be back in the high life again
All the eyes that watched us once will smile and take us in
And we'll drink and dance with one hand free
And have the world so easily
And oh we'll be a sight to see
Back in the high life again
Here's a little story that I really want to tell
It's about Bo Diddley at the O.K Corral
Now, Bo Diddley didn't start no mess
He had a gun on his hip and a rose on his vest
'Cause Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley buys him a diamond ring
If that diamond ring don't shine
He better take it to a private eye
If that private eye can't see
Well, he better bring that ring to me
I said, "Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah"
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah)
"Yeah, Bo Diddley, huh"
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, hey, yeah, etc.)
I said, "Why'd ya come to my house
On Black Jack Road
Take my baby away from home
Where'd you go or where you been
Up your house and gone again
I said, "Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley,
Have you heard?
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
My pretty baby, Kim
She was a bird"
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
I said, "Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah"
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah)
"Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah, huh"
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah)
Yeah... Child... yeah
I said, "Bo Diddley's a gunslinger"
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
"Bo Diddley's a gunslinger"
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
by Warren Zevon
c. United Artists 1970/Mr. Bones Music (1969/70?)c.1996 EMI-Capital Music
Special Markets
If you's a hitchhikin' woman
You can thumb a ride with me . . yeah
If you's a hitchhikin' woman
You can thumb a ride with me, yes, yes, yeah
I just had my crankcase greased, mama
My natural motor won't give out on me
Hey, come on baby
I'm gonna ride you slow and easy
Any way to make it last . . .
yeah I'm gonna ride you slow and easy
Any way to make it last . . . yeah
Oh, when the riding gets good, mama
I'll have to shake my head, yes, yes
by Warren Zevon c. 1989 Zevon Music/BMI
When I was young, times were hard
When I got older it was worse
First words I ever heard:
"Nobody move, nobody get hurt"
It's the long arm, it's the strong arm
It's the long arm of the law
It's the long arm, it's the strong arm
It's the long arm of the law
After the war in Paraguay
Back in 1999
I was laying low in Lima
Working both sides of the borderline
It's the long arm, it's the strong arm
It's the long arm of the law
You can run, but you can't hide...
Well, I have to live like a fugitive
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Someone's coming after me
And I'm running, running, yeah
Now, don't protest your innocence
Only the dead get off scot free
And when the judge says, "Whodunit?"
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walkin' through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was lookin' for the place called Lee Ho Fooks
Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein
Aaahoo! Werewolves of London
Aaahoo!
Aaahoo! Werewolves of London
Aaahoo!
Ya hear him howlin' around your kitchen door
Ya better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
Aaahoo! Werewolves of London
Aaahoo!
Aaahoo! Werewolves of London
Aaahoo!
He's the hairy, hairy gent, who ran amok in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
You better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out Jim
Huh, I'd like to meet his tailor
Aaahoo! Werewolves of London
Aaahoo!
Aaahoo! Werewolves of London
Aaahoo!
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walkin' with the queen
Doin' the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney Jr. walkin' with the queen
Doin' the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinkin' a pina colada at Trader Vic's
And his hair was perfect
Aaahoo! Werewolves of London
Draw blood
written by Warren Zevon 1989 Zevon Music BMI
Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me
Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me
Well you can talk about your perestroika
And that's all right for you
But, Comrade Schevardnadze, tell me
What's a poor boy like me to do?
Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me
Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me
Well, we've been fightin' with the mujahaddin
Down in Afghanistan
Comrade Gorbachev, can I
Go back to Vladivostok, man?
Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me
Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me
(Russian lyrics-the friend of a friend says this might be a translation)
lost city on the red desert
I hear voices of enemies from everywhere
I miss my mother very much
"Village is lost in the red desert.
On all sides, silence of an enemy.
And we want to see our mothers." (that's another guess from another
friend-of-a-friend..thanks...)
(note from zevonfan1: I'm wondering...could this be Yevteshenko?)
Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me
I woke up this morning and I fell out of bed
Trouble waiting to happen
Should've quit while I was ahead
Trouble waiting to happen
I turned on the news to the Third World War
Opened up the paper to World War IV
Just when I thought it was safe to be bored
Trouble waiting to happen
Trouble waiting to happen
The mailman brought me the Rolling Stone
Trouble waiting to happen
It said I was living at home alone
Trouble waiting to happen
I read things I didn't know I'd done
It sounded like a lot of fun
I guess I've been bad or something
Trouble waiting to happen
Trouble waiting to happen
Trouble waiting to happen
Teardrops ready to start
Trouble waiting to happen to my heart
This just ain't gonna be my day
Trouble waiting to happen
Things just ain't gonna go my way
Trouble waiting to happen
My day was over by a quarter to ten
I climbed right back into bed again
I'd write this down if I could hold a pen
I might get better but I don't know when
So I'm gonna wait right here 'til then
Trouble waiting to happen
Trouble waiting to happen
Trouble waiting to happen
Teardrops ready to start
written by Stefan Arngrim & Warren Zevon 1989
Dark Victory Twins BMI/Zevon Music Inc. BMI
Told my little Pollyanna
There's a place for you and me
We'll go down to Transverse City
Life is cheap and Death is free
Past the condensation silos
Past the all-night trauma stand
We'll be there before tomorrow
Pollyanna take my hand
Show us endless neon vistas
Castles made of laser lights
Take us to the shopping sector
In the vortex of the night
Past the shiny mylar towers
Past the ravaged tenements
To a place we can't remember
For a time we won't forget
Here's the hum of desperation
Heres the test tube mating call
Here's the latest carbon cycle
Here's the clergy of the mall
Here's the song of shear and torsion
Here's the bloodbath magazine
Here's the harvest of contusions
Here's the narcoleptic dream
Told my little Pollyanna
Here's a place where we can stay
We have come to see tomorrow
We have given up today
Down among the dancing quanta
Everything exists at once
Up above in Transverse City
Every weekend lasts for months
Here's the hum of desperation
Heres the test tube mating call
Here's the latest carbon cycle
Here's the clergy of the mall
Here's the witness and the victim
Here's the relatives' remains
Here's the well-known double helix
Here's the poisoned waves of grain
Here's the song of shear and torsion
Here's the bloodbath magazine
Here's the harvest of contusions
Here's the narcoleptic dream
written by Warren Zevon 1989 Zevon Music BMI
I was counting on you
To stand by me
To see me through
I was counting on you
They moved the moon
While I looked down
When I looked away
They changed the stars around
I'm so confused
Don't know what to do
Don't know which way to turn
I was counting on you
They moved the moon
While I looked down
When I looked away
They changed the stars around
Can't you see me?
Can't you hear me now?
Don't you want a love that's true?
Don't you know my heart belongs to you?
I was counting on you
To stand by me
To see me through
I was counting on you
They moved the moon
While I looked down
When I looked away
They changed the stars around
They moved the moon
I feel so strange
While I looked down
Everything I depended on
When I looked away
Has been rearranged
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