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01. Johnny Strikes Up The Band
02. Tenderness On The Block
03. Mohammed's Radio
04. Excitable Boy
05. Werewolves of London
06. Accidentally Like A Martyr
07. Band Intro > Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner
08. Poor Poor Pitiful Me

01. Play It All Night Long
02. Bad Luck Streak In Dancing School
03. Johnny Strikes Up The Band
04. Exitable Boy
05. Mohammed's Radio
06. Gorilla, You're A Desperado
07. Werewolves Of London
08. Carmelita

01. Johnny Strikes Up the Band
02. The Overdraft
03. A Certain Girl
04. Jeannie Needs a Shooter
05. band intros
06. Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner
07. The Envoy
08. Simple Man, Simple Dream

01. Intro > I'll Sleep When I'm Dead
02. Play It All Night Long
03. Poor Poor Pitiful Me
04. band intros
05. Mr. Bad Example
06. Things To Do In Denver When You're Dead
07. Roland Chorale > Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner
08. First We Take Manhattan

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

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

Was it something I did
In another life?
I try and try
But nothing comes out right
Bad Karma
Killing me by degrees

I took a wrong turn

My baby is a basket case
A bipolar mama in leather and lace
Face like an angel--she's a perfect waste
My baby is a basket case

Dracula's daughter, Calamity Jane
Smoke on the water, water on the brain
She's pretty as a picture--and totally crazed

I've been lying in a bed of coals
I've been cryng 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

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

Charlie dealt in pharmaceuticals
Charlie used to sell me pills
Yesterday his sister called to tell me
He'd been killed
Some respectable doctor from Beverly Hills
Shot him through the heart
Charlie didn't feel a thing
Neither of them did

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

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

There's a brand new shopping center seven
storeys high
There's bound to be a sale or two--something
we can buy
There's four floors of parking and we're sure
to find a space
We'll spend all the money that the government
doesn't take

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

Ain't life strange? Ain't it funny?
Nothing matters much but love and money
Things don't work out the way you reckoned
Money comes first, and the love comes second

Cigarettes make the sun come up
Whiskey makes the sun go down and in between
We do a lot of standing around

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
Well, he's just an excitable boy
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

I'm getting tired of you
You're getting tired of me
And it's the final act
Of our little tragedy
So don't feign indignation
It's a fait accompli
You can screw everybody I've ever known
But I still won't talk to you on the phone

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

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

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

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 workin' out the way they planned

She's so many women
That he can't find the one who was his friend
So he's hanging on to half her heart

written by Warren Zevon- c. 1987, Zevon Music Inc. BMI

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

Warren Zevon, Zevon Music BMI

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

This time I have to leave
It's all too clear, it's plain to see
No use in hangin' 'round
Like a dog that whines and cries
This time I have to leave

Did you hear that I'm attached?
I'm on a dead end path

I had the shit till it all got smoked
I kept the promise till the vow got broke
I had to drink from the lovin' cup
I stood on the banks till the river rose up
I saw the bride in her wedding gown
I was in the house when the house burned down

I may be old and I may be bent

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

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 rockin' in the projects
Walkin' down along the strand
Freddie, get ready, rock steady

Well they say this place is evil
That ain't why I stay
'Cause I found something that'll 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

Lear jet S.W.A.T team
On a midnight run
With the M16
And the Ingram gun
We parachute in
We parachute out
Death from above"
We're screaming now

Shadows are fallin' and I'm runnin' out of breath
Keep me in your heart for a while
If I leave you it doesn't mean I love you any less
Keep me in your heart for a while

When you get up in the mornin' and you see that crazy sun
Keep me in your heart for a while
There's a train leavin' nightly called "When All is Said and Done"

Well, I went home with the waitress
The way I always do
How was I to know
She was with the Russians, too

I was gambling in Havana
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I went to the doctor
I said, "I'm feeling kind of rough"
He said, "I'll break it to you, son [Warren sings, "Let me break it to you,
son"]
Your shit's fucked up."
I said, "my shit's fucked up?"
Well, I don't see how--"
He said, "The shit that used to work--

There's a way to live that's right for us
Like Mayans in Manhattan and Los Angeles
I'm scaling up, I'm breaking down
And I'm doing lunch all over town

Networking, I'm user friendly
Networking, I install with ease
Data processed, truly Basic

Written by Warren Zevon 1982 Zevon music BMI

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

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

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

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

Mom and Papa bought a Chickering
Every day I'd sit and play that thing
I practiced hard; it was more than a whim
I played with grim determination, Jim

Someone called Piano Fighter
I'm a holy roller, I'm a real lowrider
Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter

I lay my head on the railroad tracks
I'm waiting on the double E
The railroad don't run no more
Poor poor pitiful me

Poor poor pitiful me and poor poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me, woe is 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

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

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

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

Some prayers never reach the sky
Some wounds never heal
They still say someday the South will rise
Man, I want to see that deal

I don't want to grow old gracefully
I don't want to go 'til it's too late
I'll be some old man in the road somewhere

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

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

Every day I get up in the morning and go to work
And do my job whatever I need some sentimental Hygiene
Everybody's at war these days let's have a mini-surrender
I need some sentimental hygiene

Everybody's had to hurt about it
No one wants to live without it
It's so hard to find it, sentimental hygiene

It wasn't the queen of diamonds that I drew first
Instead I got the ace of spades reversed
She quit me
She up and quit me, man-yeah
She quit me
She up and she quit me

It wasn't because I didn't treat her right-no

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

Could you use some kind of rider
On your own lonesome ramble?
Could you use someone to
Share your weary way?
"I’ll go with you anywhere, " you say

Oh, they call me a pariah
And they say my life’s a shambles

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

Our lead guitar player's 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

I rode down to Mechanicsburg
On a cold and wintery day
And I heard a tramp by the railroad tracks
And he had these words to say

I worked forty years as a fireman boy
On the Pennsylvania line
And I ended up just a derelict

I left my home in Monterey
Just another no prospects man
Who'd rather work in the foundries
Than put fishes in a can
I'm twenty-five but I have not traveled far
And I spend all my money
On this misbegotten car
I'm up against it all like

Mama, where's your pretty little girl tonight?
Trying to run before she can walk, that's right
She's growing up, she has a young man waiting
She's growing up, she has a young man waiting

Wide eyes, she'll be street-wise
To the lies and the jive talk
But she'll find true love

I was born in '63
Got a little job in the factory
I don't know much about Kennedy
I was too busy working in the factory

We got a kid that's two, we got another one due
We get by the best we can do
The factory's got a good medical plan

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

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

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

With Tennessee sour mash whiskey on my breath
Rosalie, Suzy, and Lucy on my mind
I drove my old car down
Dusty streets of this old border town
I never thought I'd get stuck here
Such a long long time

I've got a million dollar bill

C. Mr. Bones Music/BMI (1969? 1970?)c. 196 EMI-Capitol Music Special Markets

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

I am wanted dead or alive
I'm wanted everywhere
I've got to survive
They say I am a violent man
Only trying to do the best I can, dig it

I am wanted dead or alive
Fifteen states I've got to survive

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

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.

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

I tell you, buddy, it ain't no fun
Workin' all day in the hot-hot sun
It don't seem right a man should work all day
In the hot-hot sun earnin' workin' man's pay

Workin' man's pay workin' man's pay
Swingin' that sledgehammer every day
A bottle of beer at the end of the day

You met her in a Turkish town
But you didn't want to bring her here
You didn't want her hanging around
In the Kingdom of Fear, so you left her there

You're a whole different person
You're a whole different person
You're a whole different person