Warren Zevon (1947 – 2003)
American rock singer-songwriter and musician noted for including his sometimes sardonic opinions of life in his musical lyrics, composing songs that were sometimes humorous and often had political or historical themes.
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand,
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain.
He was looking for a place called Le Ho Fooks.
Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein.
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.
I wrote my songs despite the fact that I was a drunk, not because of it.
And I'm searching for a heart,
Searching everyone.
They say love conquers all.
You can't start it like a car,
You can't stop it with a gun.
Loneliness and frustration,
We both came down with an acute case.
And 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
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 woke up this morning and 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.
My shit's fucked up.
It had to happen to the best of us.
The rich folk suffer like the rest of us,
It will happen to you.
You know I hate it when you put your hand inside my head
And switch all my priorities around.
Why don't you go pick on someone your own size instead?
We contemplate eternity
Beneath the vast indifference of heaven.
Well, first of all, let me say that I might have made a tactical error in not going to a physician for 20 years. It was one of those phobias that really didn’t pay off.
Down in the basement
I have a Craftsman lathe.
Show it to the children
When they misbehave.
Sickness, doctors, that scares me, not violence -- helplessness. That's why I turn to violent stories.
When I was young, times were hard.
When I got older it was worse.
She's so many women,
He can't find the one who was his friend.
So he's hanging on to half her heart.
He can't have the restless part,
So he tells her to hasten down the wind.
I write songs about things that I'm simultaneously trying to not think about.
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.
Carmelita hold me tighter,
I think I'm sinking down.
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town.
Send lawyers, guns and money.
Dad, get me out of this!
I'm insane. I'm fucked up. I have problems. But I don't get depressed and I don't get bored.