Subject: Warren Zevon - Warren Zevon Date: Wed, 22 Mar 2000 11:15:36 +0100 From: "Gunnar Hedlund" To: "Hans Settler" Thanks Gunnar! @ARTIST: Warren Zevon @ALBUM: Warren Zevon @SONG: Frank And Jesse James 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, 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 @SONG: Mama Couldn't Be Persuaded gambler ambled down a country lane looking for a game of chance she was twenty-one or two and she knew what she wanted and she wanted that gamblin' man her parents warned her, tried to reason with her she was determined that she wanted Bill they'd all be offended at the mention still if they heard this song, which I doubt they will and my Mama couldn't be persuaded when they pleaded with their daughter don't marry that gamblin' man Mama couldn't be persuaded when they pleaded with their daughter don't marry that gamblin' man Mama couldn't be persuaded when they pleaded with her no, no nevertheless I said my Mama couldn't be persuaded when they pleaded with her daughter, don't marry that gamblin' man gambler tried to be a family man though it didn't suit his style he thought he had him a winning combination so he took us where the stakes were high her parents warned her, tried to reason with her never kept their disappointment hid they all went to pieces when the bad luck hit stuck in the middle, I was the kid and my Mama couldn't be persuaded when they pleaded with their daughter don't marry that gamblin' man Mama couldn't be persuaded when they pleaded with their daughter don't marry that gamblin' man Mama couldn't be persuaded when they pleaded with her no, no, nevertheless my Mama couldn't be persuaded when my Granny pleaded with her not to marry that gamblin' man I said my Mama couldn't be persuaded when they pleaded with their daughter don't marry that gamblin' man Mama couldn't be persuaded when they pleaded with their daughter don't marry that gamblin' man Mama couldn't be persuaded when they pleaded with their daughter don't marry that gamblin' man @SONG: Backs Turned Looking Down The Path I was caught between the years nearly cost me all my tears with my back turned, looking down the path hit me like a ton of bricks had to have my outlook fixed with my back turned, looking down the path people always ask me why what's the matter with me nothing matters when I'm with my baby with my back turned, looking down the path we'll go walkin' hand in hand laughin' fit to beat the band with our backs turned, looking down the path people always ask me why what's the matter with me nothing matters when I'm with my baby with my back turned, looking down the path some may have, and some may not God, I'm thankful for what I got with my back turned, looking down the path ... @SONG: Hasten Down The Wind she tells him she thinks she needs to be free he tells her he doesn't understand she takes his hand she tells him nothing's working out the way they planned 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 then he agrees he thinks she needs to be free then she says she'd rather be with him but it's just a whim by which she hopes to keep him on the limb 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 @SONG: Poor Poor Pitiful Me 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, ha never mind poor, poor pitiful me @SONG: The French Inhaler 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 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 your pretty face it looked so wasted another pretty face devastated the french inhaler he stamped and mailed her so long, Norman she said, so long, Norman @SONG: Mohammed's Radio 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 @SONG: 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 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, all right 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'll sleep when I'm dead, all right @SONG: 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 @SONG: Join Me In L.A 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 Topanga 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. @SONG: Desperados Under The Eaves 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 desperados 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 mmmmmm ... look away down Gower Avenue, look away ...