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 write songs about things that I'm simultaneously trying to not think about.
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.
Except in dreams, you're never really free.
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.
So I'm gonna hurl myself against the wall,
'Cause I'd rather feel bad than not feel anything at all.
He's the hairy-handed 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.
It just sort of happened. I wrote like what I'd always read and what was in the movies... I'm sure popular music is supposed to be like this.
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 can saw a woman in two.
But you won't want to look in the box when I do
They made hypocrite judgments after the fact,
But the name of the game is be hit and hit back.
From what I know about alcoholism, I'd say there's nothing romantic, nothing grand, nothing heroic, nothing brave -- nothing like that about drinking. It's a real coward's death.
I'm very well acquainted with the seven deadly sins
I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in
I'm proud to be a glutton and I don't have time for sloth
I'm greedy and I'm angry and I don't care who I cross.
I'm insane. I'm fucked up. I have problems. But I don't get depressed and I don't get bored.
Send lawyers, guns and money.
Dad, get me out of this!
Carmelita hold me tighter,
I think I'm sinking down.
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town.
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.
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.
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.
When I was young, times were hard.
When I got older it was worse.
Sickness, doctors, that scares me, not violence -- helplessness. That's why I turn to violent stories.