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08 Sep 03 - 08:29 AM (#1014675) Subject: Obit: Warren Zevon From: GUEST,Mr. Butts Chalk up another one. Warren Zevon, dead at 56 from the slow suicide of cigarette smoking. |
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08 Sep 03 - 08:35 AM (#1014678) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: GUEST,Skipjack K8 Loved 'Werewolves'. Shame. |
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08 Sep 03 - 08:44 AM (#1014684) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Gern He appeared to go out on his own terms, and at peace with his fate. He leaves a wonderful body of work behind, which I will continue to enjoy. But it will be very hard to listen to that last album. "Draw blood," Warren; you certainly will be missed. |
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08 Sep 03 - 08:46 AM (#1014687) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Blues=Life Definately a "bad luck streak in dancing school" for us all. He shall be missed. Blues |
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08 Sep 03 - 08:55 AM (#1014693) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Raptor I loved his work. The suicide comment was rather crass! I don't think anyone takes up smoking with the intent of harming themselves! Very poor taste! Raptor |
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08 Sep 03 - 09:28 AM (#1014712) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Peg ah, too bad. 56 is mighty young for a man with some mighty fine songs to his credit and, no doubt, many still left in him... A reminder to live each day to its fullest. |
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08 Sep 03 - 09:40 AM (#1014724) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Wesley S Mr Butts - How compassionate of you to use Warren Zevons death to further your own agenda. You must be very proud. What's your story ? |
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08 Sep 03 - 09:44 AM (#1014729) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Raggytash OK lets start again, Warren gave a great deal of pleasure to many people through his song writing and performing, let us celebrate him and his legacy of wonderful music. Sleep peacefully Warren |
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08 Sep 03 - 09:48 AM (#1014730) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Wesley S Mr Butts. Forget my last post. I always tell others to not feed the trolls and here I am not following my own advice. I stand corrected. |
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08 Sep 03 - 11:16 AM (#1014779) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: GUEST,Martin Gibson A band I was in for years always performed "Carmelita" a great tune with a Zevon darkness. I made the choice to stop smoking years ago. I don't usually preach about it. It was extremely addicting but beatable. I don't like to be around smokers when they smoke. Especially good looking women who smell bad from it. |
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08 Sep 03 - 11:22 AM (#1014785) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: M.Ted I think that Warren agreed with Mr. Butts--he certainly said as much--here is the AP obit(I know that Joe doesn't always like articles to be posted, but the link will only be good for a week--) Singer, Songwriter Warren Zevon Dies Sep 8, 10:49 AM (ET) By JOHN ROGERS (AP) Musician Warren Zevon performs on the steps of the Colorado State Capitol in Denver, Colo., at a... Full Image LOS ANGELES (AP) - Warren Zevon, who wrote and sang the rock hit "Werewolves of London" and was among the wittiest and most original of a broad circle of singer-songwriters to emerge from Los Angeles in the 1970s, has died. He was 56. A lifelong smoker until quitting several years ago, Zevon announced in September 2002 that he had been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer and had only months to live. He spent much of that time visiting with his two grown children and working on a final album. Zevon died in his sleep Sunday at his home, publicist Carise Yatter said. He faced death with the same dark sense of humor found in much of his music, including songs like "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead,""Life'll Kill Ya" and "Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead." Zevon said he "chose a certain path and lived like Jim Morrison and lived 30 more years. You make choices and you have to live with the consequences." He released his first album, "Wanted - Dead or Alive," to little notice in 1969, but gained attention in the '70s by writing a string of popular songs for Linda Ronstadt, including "Poor, Poor Pitiful Me,""Carmelita" and "Hasten Down the Wind." His next two albums, 1976's "Warren Zevon" and 1978's "Excitable Boy," followed those songs with darkly humorous tales of prom-date rapists; headless, gun-toting soldiers of fortune; and werewolves who drank pina coladas at singles bars and were particular about their hair. They cemented Zevon's reputation as one of rock music's most politically incorrect lyricists, giving him a lifelong cult following that included gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson, former Minnesota Gov. Jesse Ventura and "Late Show" host David Letterman, who provided backing vocals on "Hit Somebody," Zevon's 2001 elegy to a professional hockey goon who longs to be a goal-scoring hero. "I always like to have violent lyrics and violent music," Zevon told The Associated Press in 1990. "The knowledge of death and fear of death informs my existence. It's a safe, kind of cheerful way of dealing with that issue." (AP) Musician Warren Zevon performs on the steps of the Colorado State Capitol in Denver, Colo., at a... Full ImageOther admirers included Bob Dylan, whom Zevon cited as one of his principal songwriting influences and who performed on his 1987 album "Sentimental Hygiene." Still another was Bruce Springsteen, who co-wrote "Jeannie Needs a Shooter," Zevon's tale of a lover shot to death by a woman's jealous father. Not that all of his music was dark and violent. His body of work contained some straight-out comedy as well, including "Mr. Bad Example,""The Hula Hula Boys" and "Gorilla You're a Desperado." The latter told the tale of a Los Angeles Zoo ape who escapes by locking a yuppie in his place and going off to live in the man's apartment, only to end up depressed and divorced. His compositional style reflected a number of genres, from hard-driving rock to folk, as well as classical, polka and other influences. In his final months, he summoned the energy to complete a last album, "The Wind," released in August. It includes the poignant "Keep Me in Your Heart," a cranky "Disorder in the House" and a remake of Dylan's "Knockin' on Heaven's Door." Zevon, born in Chicago to Russian immigrant parents, moved to Los Angeles in the 1960s, making a living writing jingles for television commercials. He also composed the song "She Quit Me Man" for the movie "Midnight Cowboy." He was just out of his teens when he went to work for the Everly Brothers, first as a pianist and later as their band leader. In his last months, he told various interviewers he had no regrets, expressing particular gratitude that he had quit drinking in time to watch daughter Ariel and son Jordan grow up. (AP) Warren Zevon plays a synthesizer in his West Hollywood, Calif., apartment on Oct. 25, 1989. Zevon,... Full Image"I got to be the most (expletive deleted) rock star on the block, at least on my block," he once said. "And then I got to be a sober dad for 18 years. I've had two very full lives." His family had noted that he lived far longer than was expected at the time of his diagnosis, long enough to enjoy twin grandsons born to Ariel. --- Associated Press Writer Dave Bauder in New York contributed to this report |
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08 Sep 03 - 11:50 AM (#1014800) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Little Hawk Warren wrote marvelous stuff. That album "Excitable Boy" is a masterpiece. I'm not surprised that Dylan and Springsteen liked his songs. Well, thanks, Warren, for a great contribution to our times! - LH |
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08 Sep 03 - 11:52 AM (#1014804) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Cluin His "My Shit's Fucked Up" was another good song, if maybe a bit too tragically autobiographical. Good writer. |
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08 Sep 03 - 12:29 PM (#1014831) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Wincing Devil Warren: Give my regards to Roland, the Headless Thompson Gunner. Hopefully you've gone where you won't ever need Lawyers Guns & Money! WD |
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08 Sep 03 - 12:43 PM (#1014835) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: mike the knife He'll be missed. Going to try to dig out my 8-track copy of "Excitable Boy". |
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08 Sep 03 - 12:57 PM (#1014849) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: alanabit Goodbye to a fine writer and a likeable sounding bloke. |
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08 Sep 03 - 08:51 PM (#1015108) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: open mike VH1 tv did a special recently featuring his last album, something about wind, which was recorded at his studio at home with many friends...why no mention of this in the report? |
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08 Sep 03 - 08:54 PM (#1015110) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: open mike thread with mention of t.v. movie special on VH1 |
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08 Sep 03 - 10:25 PM (#1015144) Subject: Lyr Add: FRANK AND JESSE JAMES (Warren Zevon) etc. From: wysiwyg Came across the following tonight. What the hell-- seems quite a lot of us liked him quite a lot-- ~S~ ======================================================== @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 ... ======================================================== @ARTIST: Warren Zevon @ALBUM: Life'll Kill Ya @SONG: I Was In The House When The House Burned Down 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 but I had the money till it all got spent I had the money till they made me pay then I had the sense to be on my way I had to stay in the underground I was in the house when the house burned down I was in the house when the house burned down I met the man with the thorny crown I helped Him carry his cross through town I was in the house when the house burned down I was in the house when the house burned down I met the man with the thorny crown I helped Him carry his cross through town I was in the house when the house burned down 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 @SONG: Life'll Kill Ya 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 life'll kill ya, that's what I said life'll kill ya and then you'll be dead life'll find ya wherever you go requiescat in pace that's all she wrote from the President of the United States to the lowliest rock and roll star the doctor is in and he'll see you now he don't care who you are some get the awful, awful diseases some get the knife, some get the gun some get to die in their sleep at the age of a hundred and one 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 maybe you'll go to heaven see Uncle Al and Uncle Lou maybe you'll be reincarnated maybe that stuff's true maybe if you were good you'll come back as someone nice and maybe if you were bad you'll have to pay the price 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 @SONG: Porcelain Monkey he was an accident waiting to happen most accidents happen at home maybe he should've gone out more often maybe he should've answered the phone hip-shakin' shoutin' in gold lame' that's how he earned his regal sobriquet then he threw it all away for a porcelain monkey he threw it away for a porcelain monkey gave it all up for a figurine he traded it in for a night in Las Vegas and his face on velveteen from a shotgun shack singing Pentecostal hymns through the wrought iron gates to the TV room he had a little world, it was smaller than your hand it's a rockabilly ride from the glitter to the gloom left behind by the latest trends eating fried chicken with his regicidal friends that's how the story ends with a porcelain monkey he threw it away for a porcelain monkey gave it all up for a figurine he traded it in for a night in Las Vegas and his face on velveteen porcelain monkey hip-shakin' shoutin' in gold lame' that's how he earned his regal sobriquet then he threw it all away for a porcelain monkey he threw it away for a porcelain monkey gave it all up for a figurine he traded it in for a night in Las Vegas and his face on velveteen porcelain monkey ... @SONG: For My Next Trick I'll Need A Volunteer I can saw a woman in two but you won't want to look in the box when I do I can make love disappear for my next trick I'll need a volunteer I can pull a rabbit out of a hat I can pull it out but I can't put it back I can make love disappear for my next trick I'll need a volunteer step right up for my next trick I'll need a volunteer ... it's lonely up here when the tricks have been played and the spotlights have faded and the plans that we made have fallen apart it's lonely as hell and there's no magic spell for a broken heart you can put me in chains and I will escape better not wait up 'cause I might be late I can make love all disappear for my next trick I'll need a volunteer it's lonely up here when the tricks have been played and the spotlights have faded and the plans that we made have fallen apart it's lonely as hell and there's no magic spell for a broken heart I can saw a woman in two but you won't want to look in the box when I do I can make love disappear for my next trick I'll need a volunteer step right up for my next trick I'll need a volunteer ... @SONG: I'll Slow You Down you know I hate it when you stick your hand inside my head and switch all my priorities around why don't you go pick on someone your own size instead go on without me, I'll just slow you down go on without me, I'll just slow you down you always say you know me somehow I don't think you do maybe you should buy another vowel you're jumping to conclusions so I can't keep up with you go on without me, I'll just slow you down I'll just hold you up when I fall behind I'll just throw your schedule off so you get going if you're so inclined you know I hate it when you stick your hand inside my head and switch all my priorities around you think you're pretty tricky but you're simply overbred go on without me, I'll just slow you down go on ... @SONG: Hostage-O 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 I will be your prisoner I will be your hostage-o I will be your prisoner I will be your hostage-o all you have to do is ask I'll be happy to say yes I'll put on the creepy mask if you'll grant me some forgetfulness you can strain me, you can maim me you can chain me to the floor I will be your prisoner I will be your hostage-o I will be your prisoner I will be your hostage-o and this loneliness unbearable and it all goes by so slow I will stand in line for the sacrifice for the shamefaced love of the ugly vice I will pay the price to see how far you'll go let me be your prisoner let me be your hostage-o 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 sprain me, you can blame me if you make me lose control I will be your prisoner I will be your hostage-o I will be your prisoner I will be your hostage-o @SONG: Dirty Little Religion I like to think I've earned my reputation for rushing in where angels fear to tread I'll take you home to meet the congregation we'll all get together in my tent I make a dirty little religion out of lovin' I'll make a dirty little convert out of you I make a dirty little religion out of lovin' I'll make a dirty little convert out of you they treat you like a red-headed stepchild and try to keep you nailed to the floor join us for the countdown to the rapture we never turned a sinner from our door I make a dirty little religion out of lovin' I'll make a dirty little convert out of you I make a dirty little religion out of lovin' it's a dirty little religion, hallelujah dirty little acolyte, dirty little one learn the fundamentals of desire can I get a witness to my testament can I get an amen from the choir dirty little religion ... I like to think I've earned my reputation for trying to take the bull by the horns I'll show you where I get my inspiration where we plow and where we plant the corn I make a dirty little religion out of lovin' I'll make a dirty little convert out of you I make a dirty little religion out of lovin' it's a dirty little religion, hallelujah dirty little acolyte, dirty little one you'll learn the fundamentals of desire can I get a witness to my testament can I get an amen from the choir @SONG: Back In The Highlife Again (Steve Winwood, Will Jennings) it used to seem to me that my life ran on too fast and I had to take it slowly just to make the good parts last but when you're born to run it's so hard to just slow down so don't be surprised to see me back in that bright part of town I'll be back in the high life again all the doors I closed one time will open up again I'll be back in the high life again all the eyes that watched me once will smile and take me in and I'll drink and dance with one hand free let the world back into me and oh I'll be a sight to see back in the high life again you used to be the best to make life be life to me and I hope that you're still out there and you're like you used to be we'll have ourselves a time and we'll dance 'til the morning sun and we'll let the good times comes in and we won't stop 'till we're done we'll be back in the high life again all the doors I closed one time will open up again we'll be back in the high life again all the eyes that watched us once will smile and take us in and we'll drink and dance with one hand free and have the world so easily and oh we'll be a sight to see back in the high life again we'll be back in the high life again all the doors I closed one time will open up again we'll be back in the high life again all the eyes that watched us once will smile and take us in back in high life @SONG: My Shit's Fucked Up well, I went to the doctor I said, I'm feeling kind of rough 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 it won't work now I had a dream ah, shucks, oh, well now it's all fucked up it's shot up to hell yeah, yeah, my shit's fucked up it has to happen to the best of us the rich folks suffer like the rest of us it'll happen to you that amazing grace sort of passed you by you wake up every day and you start to cry you want to die but you just can't quit let me break it on down it's the fucked up shit yeah, the shit's fucked up fucked up @SONG: Fistful Of Rain you can dream the American Dream but you sleep with the lights on and wake up with a scream you can hope against hope that nothing will change grab a hold of that fistful of rain grab a hold ... grab a hold of that fistful of rain when your grasp has exceeded your reach and you put all your faith in a figure of speech you've heard all the answers but the questions remain grab a hold of that fistful of rain grab a hold ... grab a hold of that fistful of rain and when diamonds turn back into coal grab a hold, children, grab a hold when the mountains crumble and you're ready to rumble and roll like a runaway train and when diamonds turn back into coal grab a hold, children, grab a hold when the mountains crumble and you're ready to rumble and roll like a runaway train in a heart there are windows and doors you can let the light in you can feel the wind blow when there's nothing to lose and nothing to gain grab a hold of that fistful of rain grab a hold ... grab a hold of that fistful of rain @SONG: Ourselves To Know 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 but we had to take that long, hard road to see where it would go yeah we took that holy ride ourselves to know we took that holy ride ourselves to know now if you make a pilgrimage I hope you find your grail be loyal to the ones you leave with even if you fail be chivalrous to strangers you meet along the road as you take that holy ride yourselves to know you take that holy ride yourselves to know @SONG: Don't Let Us Get Sick 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 when I walked to the mill to take up the slack in the line I thought of my friends and the troubles they've had to keep me from thinking of mine 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 moon has a face and it smiles on the lake and causes the ripples in time I'm lucky to be here with someone I like who maketh my spirit to shine 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 =============================================================== @ARTIST: Warren Zevon @ALBUM: Wanted Dead Or Alive @SONG: Wanted Dead Or Alive 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 am wanted dead or alive I'm a new kind of man I've got to survive hey, uh, running a long way I am wanted dead or alive I'm wanted everywhere, I've got to survive now all I'm trying to do is find a peaceful place but they say I have an outlaw face my lord, I have an outlaw's face I have an outlaw's face they say I have an outlaw's face my, my, yes I have an outlaw's face I have an outlaw's face I have an outlaw's face @SONG: Hitchhikin' Woman if you's a hitchhikin' woman you can thumb a ride with me, yeah if you's a hitchhikin' woman you can thumb a ride with me, yes, yes, yeah I just had my crankcase greased, mama my natural motor won't give out on me hey, come on baby I'm gonna ride you slow and easy any way to make it last yeah I'm gonna ride you slow and easy any way to make it last, yeah oh, when the riding gets good, mama I'll have to shake my head, yes, yes hey, hey play the blues, boys @SONG: She Quit Me 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 when dawn had drawn the curtains of the night she quit me she up and she quit me, man she quit me she up and quit me, yeah it wasn't because I didn't treat her kind I wonder who put leaving all on her mind she quit me she up and she quit me, man, yes she did she quit me she up and quit me, yeah it wasn't because I couldn't satisfy, no now where'd she get the nerve to say goodbye oh, she quit me she up and quit me, man, oh yeah she quit me she up and quit me, yeah @SONG: Calcutta my baby's sweeter Lord, she's sweeter than apple butter my baby's sweeter you know, she's sweeter than apple butter she's lonely tonight I just brought her over from Calcutta @SONG: Iko-Iko now, your grandma's and my grandma's sittin' by the fire my grandma told your grandma I'm gonna set your flag on fire hey, now (hey now) hey now, (hey now) iko-iko an dey (yeah) chakko mo fino, ah-nah-ney chakko mo fi-nah-ney now, your flag boy and my flag boy was sittin' by the fire my flag boy told your flag boy I'm gonna set your flag on fire hey, now (hey now) hey now, (hey now) iko-iko an dey (yeah) chakko mo fino, ah-nah-ney chakko mo fi-nah-ney now, look at my king all dressed in red iko-Iko an-dey I betcha' five dollars he'll kill ya dead chakko mo fi-nah-ney hey, now (hey now) hey now, (hey now) iko-iko an dey (hey) chakko mo fino, ah-nah-ney chakko mo fi-nah-ney @SONg: Traveling In The Lightning I was born down in Corpus Christi with a dram glass in my hand when I was just 15, I got a job playing rhythm with a Nashville Shaketown band I've been playing the blues so long I've been paying my dues so long I've been travelin' in the lightning travelin' in the lightning travelin' in the wind and the rain I've been tryin' and tryin' to find the right place again, yeah now the last time I saw my sweet old mama her eyesight was looking dim and the last I saw of my dear old daddy his horse was aridin' him, yes he was they've been singing the blues so long they've been singing such a sad, sad song they've been travelin' in the lightning travelin' in the lightning travelin' in the wind and rain they've been tryin' and tryin' to find the right place again, yeah I've been traveling in the lightning ... I've been traveling in the lightning traveling in the lightning traveling in the wind and the rain I've been tryin' and tryin' to find the right place again, yeah @SONG: Tule's Blues 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 in the heart of the hillside it's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other you and me, sweet and slightly out of key like the sound of a running down calliope oh Tule, it's once I was your knight in golden armor with the sun behind my hair my music filled the air with symbols and lightning oh Tule, now can't you see I'm changing like the seasons my hair is growing dark and there's no room left in the ark for a lark with a broken wing it's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other and a child's voice, so tender and out of tune keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon oh Tule, it's on account of you that I'll be leaving 'cross the deep salt sea whatever wild worlds I may see, will be empty without you it's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other and a child's voice, so tender and out of tune keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon @SONG: A Bullet For Ramona oh, today I shot Ramona, Ma she ain't gonna cheat on me two years I've been searchin' for her two years she's been free well, I found her in a dance hall in Laredo and she told me that she wanted only me and I held her in my arms the way I used to but when morning came she begged me to set her free oh, today I shot Ramona, Ma she ain't gonna cheat on me two years I've been searchin' for her two years she's been free well, I tried and tried to ride away and leave her with my head hung low, teardrops filled my eye I rode back to town and found her with a drifter and I knew right then Ramona had to die oh, today I shot Ramona, Ma she ain't gonna cheat on me two years I've been searchin' for her two years she's been free well, I'm writing you this letter from Laredo and tonight I'll ride across the Rio Grande if I never live to see another sunrise you know I loved her Ma, I hope you understand oh, today I shot Ramona, Ma she ain't gonna cheat on me two years, I've been searchin' for her two years, she's been free =========================================================== @ARTIST: Warren Zevon @ALBUM: Bad Luck Streak In Dancing School 1. Bad Luck Streak In Dancing School 2. A Certain Girl 3. Jungle Work 4. Empty-Handed Heart 5. Play It All Night Long 6. Jeannie Needs A Shooter 7. Bill Lee 8. Gorilla, You're A Desperado 9. Bed Of Coals 10. Wild Age @SONG: Bad Luck Streak In Dancing School bad luck streak in dancing school down on my knees in pain bad luck streak in dancing school swear to God I'll change swear to God I'll change swear to God I'll change swear to God I'll change Pauline, don't make me beg bad luck streak in dancing school down on my knees in pain I've been acting like a fool Pauline I swear I'll change down on my knees in pain ... bad luck streak in dancing school down on my knees in pain I've been breaking all the rules swear to God I'll change swear to God I'll change ... down on my knees in pain ... @SONG: A Certain Girl well, there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time what's her name, I can't tell you, aah I can't reveal her name until she's mine what's her name, I can't tell you, aah I've tried to make her time and time again still we're introduced as nothing but friends and there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time what's her name, I can't tell you, aah there's a certain chick I've been sweet on since I met her what's her name, I can't tell you, aah I can't reveal her name until I get her what's her name, I can't tell you, aah someday I'm gonna wake up and say I'll do anything just to be your slave and there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time what's her name, I can't tell you, aah there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time what's her name, I can't tell you, aah I can't reveal her name until she's mine what's her name, I can't tell you, aah I've tried to make her time and time again still we're introduced as nothing but friends and there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time what's her name, I can't tell you, aah what's her name, I can't tell you ... @SONG: Jungle Work 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 where the pay is good and the risk is high it's understood we'll do or die sten gun in hand where the gun is law from Ovamboland to Nicaragua strength and muscle and jungle work ... three young men in a Russian truck with a little M-10 sent 'em running to the huts these few young men, the few who dare to battle in hell, Le Mercenaire strength and muscle and jungle work ... @SONG: Empty-Handed Heart all these empty places I try so hard to fill will I find another love I pray to God I will girl, we had some good times but time does not stand still it's rolling like a rockslide down a hill I've met someone I care for, I know she cares for me will I fall in love again, it's a possibility girl, we had some good times that time cannot undo no one will ever take the place of you heart jinxed condition, never sure how I feel trying to separate the real thing from the wishful thinking sometimes I wonder if I'll make it without you I'm determined to I'll make my stand and if after all is said and done you only find one special one then I've thrown down diamonds in the sand ... (remember when we used to watch the sun set in the sea you said you'd always be in love with me all through the night, we danced and sang made love in the morning while the church bells rang) leave the fire behind you and start I'll be playing it by ear left here with an empty-handed heart @SONG: Play It All Night Long grandpa pissed his pants again he don't give a damn brother Billy has both guns drawn he ain't been right since Vietnam sweet home Alabama play that dead band's song turn those speakers up full blast play it all night long daddy's doing Sister Sally grandma's dying of cancer now the cattle all have brucellosis we'll get through somehow sweet home Alabama play that dead band's song turn those speakers up full blast play it all night long I'm going down to the Dew Drop Inn see if I can drink enough there ain't much to country living sweat, piss, jizz and blood sweet home Alabama play that dead band's song turn those speakers up full blast play it all night long @SONG: Jeannie Needs A Shooter I was born down by the river where the dirty water flows and the cold wind cut through me, it cut right through my clothes and the anger and the yearning, like fever in my veins set the fire burning she came down from Knightstown with her hands hard from the line from the first time I laid eyes on her I knew that she'd be mine her father was a lawman, he swore he'd shoot me dead 'cause he knew I wanted Jeannie and I'd have her like I said Jeannie needs a shooter, shooter like me Jeannie needs a shooter Jeannie needs a shooter, shooter on her side Jeannie needs a shooter ... we met down by the river on the final day in May and when I leaned down to kiss her, she did not turn away I drew out all my money and together we did vow to leave that very evening and a-get away somehow Jeannie needs a shooter, shooter like me Jeannie needs a shooter Jeannie needs a shooter, shooter on her side Jeannie needs a shooter ... the night was cold and rainy down by the borderline I was riding hard to meet her when a shot rang out behind as I lay there in the darkness with a pistol by my side Jeannie and her father rode off into the night Jeannie needs a shooter @SONG: Bill Lee you're supposed to sit on your ass and nod at stupid things man, that's hard to do and if you don't, they'll screw you and if you do, they'll screw you, too when I'm standing in the middle of the diamond all alone I always play to win when it comes to skin and bone and sometimes I say things I shouldn't like and sometimes I say things I shouldn't like @SONG: Gorilla, You're A Desperado 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 I'm betting the gorilla will too they say Jesus will find you wherever you go but when he'll come looking for you, they don't know in the mean time, keep your profile low gorilla, you're a desperado he built a house on an acre of land he called it Villa Gorilla now I hear he's getting divorced laying low at L'Ermitage, of course then the ape grew very depressed went through Transactional Analysis he plays racquetball and runs in the rain still he's shackled to a platinum chain 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 @SONG: Bed Of Coals 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 I've been bleeding, it never fails I feel every needle that pierced through my heart I'm too old to die young and I can't play the part bed of coals, bed of nails through the smoke behind the veils bed of coals, bed of nails through the smoke behind the veils I've been lying in a bed of stone I've been dying all alone I pray for the power to turn it around I'm too old to die young and too young to die now bed of coals, bed of nails through the smoke behind the veils bed of coals, bed of nails through the smoke behind the veils @SONG: Wild Age you've seen him leaning on the streetlight listening to some song inside you've seen him standing by the highway trying to hitch a ride well, they tried so hard to hold him heaven knows how hard they tried but he's made up his mind he's the restless kind he's the wild age ... wild age , it's the wild age and the law can't stop 'em no one can stop 'em at the wild age mostly when the reckless years end something's left to save some of them keep running 'til they run straight in their graves to stay the wild age stay the wild age ... mostly when the reckless years end something's left to save some of them keep running 'til they run straight in their graves to stay the wild age wild age ... ======================================================== @ARTIST: Warren Zevon @ALBUM: Excitable Boy 1. Johnny Strikes Up The Band 2. Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner 3. Excitable Boy 4. Werewolves Of London 5. Accidentally Like A Martyr 6. Nighttime In The Switching Yard 7. Veracruz 8. Tenderness On The Block 9. Lawyers, Guns And Money @SONG: Johnny Strikes Up The Band 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 rocking in the projects walking down along the strand Freddie get ready, rock steady when Johnny strikes up the band Johnny strikes up the band Johnny strikes up the band when Johnny strikes up the band Johnny strikes up the band Johnny strikes up the band and Johnny is my main man he's the keeper of the keys he'll put your mind at ease he's guaranteed to please back by popular demand look around, my little friend jubilation in the land Freddie get ready, rock steady when Johnny strikes up the band Johnny strikes up the band Johnny strikes up the band when Johnny strikes up the band Johnny strikes up the band Johnny strikes up the band @SONG: Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner 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 they killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese Roland the Thompson gunner ... his comrades fought beside him, Van Owen and the rest but of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the best so the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead that son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head 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 Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in he found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin Roland aimed his Thompson gun, he didn't say a word but he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg Roland the headless Thompson gunner ... the eternal Thompson gunner still wandering through the night now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight in Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it @SONG: Excitable Boy 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 excitable boy, they all said well, he's just an excitable boy 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 well, he's just an excitable boy after ten long years they let him out of the home excitable boy, they all said and he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones excitable boy, they all said well, he's just an excitable boy @SONG: Werewolves Of London I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand walking through the streets of Soho in the rain he was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's going to get a big dish of beef chow mein ah, ooh werewolves of London ... if you hear him howling around your kitchen door better not let him in little old lady got mutilated late last night werewolves of London again ah, ooh werewolves of London ... he's the hairy handed gent who ran amuck in Kent lately he's been overheard in Mayfair you'd better stay away from him, he'll rip your lungs out, Jim ha, I'd like to meet his tailor ah, ooh werewolves of London ... well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen doing the werewolves of London I saw Lon Chaney Jr. walking with the Queen doing the werewolves of London I saw a werewolf drinking a Pina Colada at Trader Vic's his hair was perfect ah, ooh werewolves of London draw blood @SONG: Accidentally Like A Martyr the phone don't ring, no no 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, random love and abandoned love accidentally like a martyr the hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder the days slide by should have done, should have done, we all sigh never thought I'd ever be so lonely after such a long, long time time out of mind we made mad love, shadow love, random love and abandoned love accidentally like a martyr the hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder @SONG: Nighttime In The Switching Yard 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 do it doot dat doot dat doot dadoot listen to the train whistle whine listen to the train listen to the track @SONG: Veracruz I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns I heard Maria crying late last night I heard the news that Veracruz was dying Veracruz was dying someone called Maria's name I swear it was my father's voice saying, if you stay you'll all be slain you must leave now, you have no choice take the servants and ride west keep the child close to your chest when the American troops withdraw let Zapata take the rest I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns I heard Maria calling saying, Veracruz is dying and Cuernavaca's falling aquel dia yo jure hacia el puerto volvere aunque el destino cambio mi vida en Veracruz morire aquel dia yo jure I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns I heard them in the harbor saying, Veracruz is dying @SONG: Tenderness On The Block 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 she'll find true love and tenderness on the block daddy, don't you ask her when she's coming in and when she's home don't ask her where she's been she's going out, she has a young man waiting she's going out can't keep her young man waiting she'll be okay, let her have her day it's a long way, it's a long walk she'll find true love and tenderness on the block I know how much it hurts to see her go she has a mind of her own, you know she's all grown up, she has a young man waiting she's all grown up, she has a young man waiting she was wide-eyed now she's street-wise to the lies and the jive talk she'll find true love and tenderness on the block she'll find true love and tenderness on the block @SONG: Lawyers, Guns And Money 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 dad, get me out of this I'm the innocent bystander somehow I got stuck between the rock and the hard place and I'm down on my luck yes I'm down on my luck well I'm down on my luck now I'm hiding in Honduras I'm a desperate man send lawyers, guns and money the shit has hit the fan all right send lawyers, guns and money send lawyers, guns and money ... ============================================== ============================================== ### |
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08 Sep 03 - 11:22 PM (#1015167) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Amos Wow!! Terrific! A |
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09 Sep 03 - 02:47 AM (#1015232) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: fat B****rd I knew , of course, that he was terminally ill. I would like to think I could be as dignified. RIP Mr. Zee. |
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09 Sep 03 - 10:19 PM (#1015948) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Bob Hitchcock Last night (Monday) on the Late Show with Letterman, he mentioned the passing of Warren Zevon. Letterman and Shaefer were very good friends with Warren and he had appeared on the show many times as a guest as well as filling in for Shaefer as band leader. Lettermans comments showed a degree of class I would not normally associate with a Talk Show host, also every time the band played out for a commercial and back in again, they played a Zevon tune which I think was a fitting way to honor the man. As a longtime fan of Warren, and player of a number of his songs, his passing leaves a big hole inside. You can sleep now Warren. |
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10 Sep 03 - 02:13 AM (#1016059) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Benjamin Ironicly, Letterman was endorsing the new Warren Zevon album about a week or two ago, and took some time to endorse it again last night. Personally, I enjoyed Letterman's tribute. Warren was a great friend to Dave as well as Paul Shaefer and I found it interesting to here what Dave had to say about such a personal matter. Close to a year ago, Warren was a guest on Dave's show and performed some songs. That appearently turned out to be one of his last performances. They showed the clip of one of the songs he did that night. I wish I could remember what it was (if anyone else knows, I'd like to know). He truely was a great musician and a great person! |
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10 Sep 03 - 12:22 PM (#1016341) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Bob Hitchcock Benjamin, the song clip from last years show was "Mutineer" from the album of the same name. |
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10 Sep 03 - 01:43 PM (#1016380) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Benjamin Thanks Bob! |
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10 Sep 03 - 01:59 PM (#1016392) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: PaulBobbyBuzz How great that all those tunes are in the digitrad. It's not surprising to me how many fans Warren has...he's been one of my musical influences since the beginning. Near the end, when Dave asked him if he had any knowledge of life and death that maybe some of us don't have, he simply said ,"..to enjoy every sandwich". My wife, who suffers form severe nightmares, loves and believes in "I'll Sleep when I'm Dead". This Saturday I'll be playing "Don't Let Us Get Sick" and probably introducing some new Zeevites to the flock. RIP, Warren, and God, I hope you're ready to rock! pbb |
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10 Sep 03 - 03:38 PM (#1016445) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Kim C Lawyers Guns and Money was a favorite of mine. I was not very familiar with most of his work but Mister had been a pretty big fan at one point, before I came along. |
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21 May 07 - 07:15 PM (#2058005) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: wysiwyg Lots of great Zevon on YouTube. From several points in his career, maybe some near the end. Just search there on ZEVON to find it. ~Susan |
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21 May 07 - 08:08 PM (#2058055) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Arkie Our Sunday paper had a review of a new 2 disc set of Zevon's recordings: Preludes: Rare and Unreleased Recordings on Ammal/New West label. Recordings were made in 1976 and found by son Jordan. Jack Hill gave the set an "A". |
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21 May 07 - 11:05 PM (#2058142) Subject: RE: Obit: Warren Zevon From: Susan A-R Crystal Zevon, Warren's widow, has also just released a book about Warren. I haven't read it, but hear interesting things. Crystal and her daughter now live in our neck of the woods and seem to be doing interesting community building stuff in Barre VT. Mebbe I should read that book. |