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Dirty Life And Times
Warren Zevon
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
Heartache Spoken Here
Written By Warren Zevon
c. 1991, Zevon Music,
administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing corp.BMI
When I was young
The sky was filled with stars
I watched them burn out one by one
I've had my share
Of disappointing love affairs
And I'm no stranger to disillusionment
Little darlin'
If you need a helping hand
If you need someone
You can count on me
And I will understand
Heartache spoken here
I know a thing or two about heartbreak and tears
So come on down, we'll talk about it
Heartache spoken here
Heartache spoken here
I know a thing or two about heartbreak and tears
So come on down we'll talk about it
Heartache spoken here
A house of cards
A castle made of sand
Don't take much to blow away
Rows and rows
Of broken hearts and broken homes
So much sadness, you see it every day
Little darlin' If you need a helping hand
If you need someone
You can count on me
And I will understand
Heartache spoken here
I know a thing or two about heartbreak and tears
So come on down, we'll talk about it
Heartache spoken here
Well, heartache spoken here
I know a thing or two about heartbreak and tears
So come on down we'll talk about it
Heartache spoken here
I know it hurts so
When the one you love don't need you
I know the sorrow
That a reckless heart can lead to
Heartache spoken here
I know a thing or two about heartbreak and tears
So come on down, we'll talk about it
Heartache spoken here
Heartache spoken here
I know a thing or two about heartbreak and tears
So come on down we'll talk about it
Heartache spoken here
Poor, Poor Pitiful Me
Warren Zevon
well i lay my head on the railroad tracks
waitin for the double E
but railroad dont run no more
poor poor pitiful me
poor poor pitiful me
poor poor pitiful me
theese young girls wont let me be
lord have mercy on me
woe, is me
well i met a girl in west holywood
i aint namin 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 wearing blender
poor poor pitiful me
poor poor pitful me
theese young girls wont let me be
lord of mercy on me
woe is me
whoo!
poor poor pitiful me
poor poor pitiful me
theese young girls wont 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
and she took me back to the Hyatt house
i dont wanna talk about it
poor poor pitiful me
whoo!
poor poor pitiful me
hot little mamma (faint)
poor poor pitiful me
whoo hoo!
poor pitiful me
(last verse only live)
(Well, I met a girl from the Vieux Carre`
Down in Yokahama
She picked me up and she throwed me down
I said, "Please don't hurt me, Mama")
Warren Zevon - Carmelita
I hear Mariachi static on my radio
And the tubes they glow in the dark
And I'm there with her in Ensenada
And I'm here in Echo Park
Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
Well, I'm sittin' here playing solitaire
With my pearl-handled deck
The county won't give me no more methadone
And they cut off your welfare check
Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
Well, I pawned my Smith Corona
And I went to meet my man
He hangs out down on Alvarado Street
By the Pioneer chicken stand
Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
Werewolves Of London
LeRoy Marinell, Waddy Wachtel, and Warren Zevon
performed by Warren Zevon
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.
Chorus:
Aaahoo, werewolves of London
Aaahoo(2x)
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.
Chorus 2x
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.
Chorus 2x
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walkin with the queen, doing
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.
ahhhooooo, werewolves of London
Draw blood
Hit Somebody (The Hockey Song)
Warren Zevon
He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the time he was nine
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
And Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard
He grew up big and he grew up tough
He saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canucks
But he wasn't that good with a puck
Buddy's real talent was beating people up
His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up
Through pee-wee's and juniors, midgets and mites
He must have racked up more than three hundred fights
A scout from the flames came down from Saskatoon
Said, "There's always room on our team for a goon
Son, we've always got room for a goon"
There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Brains over brawn -- that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
Hit somebody! was what the crowd roared
When Buddy the goon came over the boards
"Coach," he'd say, "I wanna score goals"
The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role,
The fast guys get paid, they shoot, and they score
Protect them, Buddy, that's what you're here for
Protection is what you're here for
Protection -- it's the stars who score
Protection -- go and kick somebody's ass
Protection -- don't put the biscuit in the basket
just
Hit some, Buddy! it rang in his ears
Blood on the ice ran down through the years
The king of the goons with a box for a throne
A thousand stitches and broken bones
He never lost a fight on his icy patrol
But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goal
He just wanted one damn goal
There were Swedes at the the blue line
Finns at the red
A Russian with a stick heading straight for his head
Brains over Brawn -- that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
In his final season, on his final night
Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight
Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll
And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal
The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot
Twenty years of waiting went into that shot
The fans jumped up, the Finn jumped too
And coldcoughed Buddy on his followthrough
The big man crumbled but he fell all right
'Cause the last thing he saw
was the flashing red light
He saw that heavenly light
There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Take care of your teeth -- that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
Frank and Jesse James
Warren Zevon
Written By Warren Zevon
published by Warner-Tamerlane/Darkroom Music BMI,
1973
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
Genius
by Warren Zevon and Larry Klein
I've got a bitter pot of je ne sais quoi
Guess what -- I'm stirring it with a monkey's paw
Since I saw you coming out of my barber's shop
In that skimpy little halter top
Did you light the candles? Did you put on "Kind of
Blue?"
Did you use that Ivy League voodoo on him, too?
He thinks he'll be alright but he doesn't know for
sure
Like every other unindicted coconspirator
Mata Hari had a house in France
Where she worked on all her secret plans
Men were falling for her sight unseen
She was a genius
There's a face in every window of the Songwriters'
Neighborhood
Everybody's your best friend when you're doing well
-- I mean good
The poet who lived next door when you were young and
poor
Grew up to be a backstabbing entrepreneur
Albert Einstein was a ladies' man
While he was working on his universal plan
He was making out like Charlie Sheen
He was a genius
When you dropped me and you staked your claim
On a V.I.P. who could make your name
You latched on to him and I became
A minor inconvenience
Your protégé don't care
about art
I'm the one who always told you you were smart
You broke my heart into smithereens
And that took genius
You and the barber make a handsome pair
Guess what -- I never liked the way he cut your hair
I didn't like the way he turned your head
But there's nothing I can do or say I haven't done
or said
Everybody needs a place to stand
And a method for their schemes and scams
If I could only get my record clean
I'd be a genius
Lawyers Guns And Money
Warren Zevon
well, I went home with a waitress
The way I always do.
How was I to know
She was with the Russians too?
I was gambling in Havannah.
I took a little risk.
Send lawyers, guns, and money,
Dad get me out of this. (hyah!)
I'm an innocent bystander,
Somehow I got stuck
Between a rock and a hard place
And I'm down on my luck.
Yes I'm down on my luck.
Well I'm down on my luck.
And I'm hiding in Honduras.
I'm a desperate man.
Send lawyers, guns, and money,
The shit has hit the fan.
Send lawyers guns and money (x4)
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