Splendid Isolation
Warren Zevon
© 1989 Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by Phil Cody
I want to live alone in the desert
I want to be like Georgia O'Keeffe
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
Like Michael Jackson in Disneyland
Don't have to share it with nobody else, no more
Lock the gates, Goofy, take my hand
And lead me through the World of Self
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Don't want to wake up with someone beside me
Don't want to take up with nobody new
Don't want nobody coming by without calling first
Don't want nothing to do with you
I'm putting tinfoil up on the windows
I’m lying down in the dark to dream
I don't wanna, I don’t wanna see their faces
I don't wanna, I don’t wanna hear them scream
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
I’ll Slow You Down
Warren Zevon
© Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by The Simple Things
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
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
Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on
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 put 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
Go on
Go on
Go on
Desperados Under The Eaves
Warren Zevon
© 1976 Warner-Tamerlane/Darkroom Music (BMI)
Performed by Last Train Home
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was staring in my empty coffee cup
I believe 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
(Hut...)
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
(Look away down Gower Avenue, Look away....)
Carmelita
Warren Zevon
© 1972 Warner-Tamerlane/Darkroom Music (BMI)
Performed by Rachel Stamp
I hear Mariachi static on my radio
And the jewels (sic) they glow in the dark
And I'm there with you 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 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
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
Carmelita, hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
Mohammed’s Radio
Warren Zevon
© 1976 Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by The Matthew Show
Everybody's restless and 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; they’re trying to make ends meet
Work all day, they still can't pay
The price of gasoline and meat
Alas, their lives, they’re 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
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
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
Mohammed's Radio
Boom Boom Mancini
Warren Zevon
© 1987 Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by Tom Flannery
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
And he put him away in round number one
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
When Alexis Arguello gave Boom Boom a beating
Seven weeks later he was back in the ring
Some have the speed and the right combinations
If you can't take the punches it don't mean a thing
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
When they asked him who was responsible
For the death of Du Koo Kim
He said, "Someone should have stopped the fight, and they told me it was him."
They made hypocrite judgments after the fact
But the name of the game is to be hit and hit back
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
Warm Rain (previously unreleased)
Warren Zevon
©Mr. Bones Music Publishing
Performed by Simone Stevens and Jordan Zevon
Oh, I had a dream of finding you
One water-colored morning by the bay
But the sky was full of seagulls
And the afternoon and evening slipped away
And I stayed to watch the boat lights sway
And I heard a voice beside me say
If you’re lonely, you can have a place to stay
Warm rain falling
Warm wind a-calling
Dry thoughts for a wine dark day
And the vapors ride the wind away
In the rain-stained streets he led me
To his one room walk up by the by
And he took my clothes and told
they would take at least ‘til morning to get dry
When we wake up in the morning you and I
There’ll rainbows in the windows of the sky
But the clouds will be the color of goodbye, goodbye
Warm rain falling
Warm wind calling
Dry thoughts for a wine dark day
And the vapors ride the wind away
You can hear the raindrops falling, calling...
When we wake up in the morning you and I
There’ll rainbows in the windows of the sky
Oh, but the clouds will be the color of goodbye
Warm rain falling
Warm wind calling
Dry thoughts for a wine dark day
And the vapors ride the wind away
Warm rain falling
Warm wind calling
Dry thoughts for a wine dark day
And the vapors ride the wind away
Warm rain falling
Warm wind calling
Dry thoughts for a wine dark day
And the vapors ride the wind away
Reconsider Me
Warren Zevon
© 1987 Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by Alpha Cat
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
That makes you doubt
Darlin', that was then
And this is now
Reconsider me
Reconsider me
And I'll never make you sad again
Cause I swear that I've changed since then
And I promise that I'll never make you cry
Let's let bygones
Be forgotten
Reconsider me
Please consider me
You can go and be
What you want to be
And it'll be alright
If we disagree
I'm the one who cares
And I hope you'll see
That I'm the one who loves you
Reconsider me
Let's let bygones
Be forgotten
Reconsider me
Please consider me
And I'll never make you sad again
'Cause I swear I've changed since then
And I'll never make you sorry if you'll try
And I'll never make you sad again
'Cause I swear that I've changed since then
And I promise that I'll never make you cry
Mutineer
Warren Zevon
© 1995 Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by Neil Luckett of tvfordogs
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Hoist the mainsail - here I come
Ain't no room on board for the insincere
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
I was born to rock the boat
Some may sink but we will float
Grab your coat - let's get out of here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
Long ago we laughed at shadows
Lightning flashed and thunder followed us
It won’t find us here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
Long ago we laughed at shadows
Lightning flashed and thunder followed us
It won’t find us here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
Run Straight Down
Warren Zevon
© 1989 Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by Roughly Enforcing Nostalgia
I went walking in the wasted city
Started thinking about entropy
Smelled the wind from the ruined river
Went home to watch TV
And it's worse when I try to remember
When I think about then and now
I'd rather see it on the news at eleven
Sit back, and watch it run straight down
Run straight down
Run straight down
I can see it with my eyes closed
Run straight down
Run straight down
Run straight down
I can see it with my eyes closed
Run straight down
We've been living in the shadows all our lives, all our lives
Where it's stand in line and don't look back
and don't look left and don't look right
So we hide our eyes and wonder who'll survive
Waiting for the night...
Run straight down
Fluorocarbons in the ozone layer
First the water and the wildlife go
Pretty soon there's not a creature stirring
'Cept the robots at the dynamo
And it's worse when I try to remember
When I think about then and now
I'd rather see it on the news at eleven
Sit back, and watch it run straight down
Run straight down
Run straight down
I can see it with my eyes closed
Run straight down
Run straight down
Run straight down
I can see it with my eyes closed
Run straight down
Run straight down
Run straight down
I can see it with my eyes closed
Run straight down
Run straight down
Run straight down
I can see it with my eyes closed
Run straight down
Run straight down
Run straight down
I can see it with my eyes closed
Run straight down
Life’ll Kill Ya
Warren Zevon
© Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by Brook Pridemore
You've got an unlicensed 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
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 or the gun
Some get to die in their beds
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
If you were good
You'll come back as someone nice
And if you were bad
Maybe 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
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
Mr. Bad Example
Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderón
© 1991 Zevon Music, administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp./Googolplex Music (BMI)
Performed by Robbie Rist
I started as an altar boy, working at the church
Learning all my holy moves, doing some research
Which led me to a cash box, labeled "Children's Fund"
I'd leave the change, and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund
I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store
Laying tackless stripping, and housewives by the score
I loaded up their furniture, and took it to Spokane
And auctioned off every last Naugahyde® divan
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 that’s how I get off
I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don't care who I hurt
Of course I went to law school and earned a law degree
And counseled all my clients to plead insanity
Then worked in hair replacement, swindling the bald
Where very few are chosen, and fewer still are called
I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred, and go down in infamy
Then on to Monte Carlo to play chemin de fer
I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair
I laid my last few francs down on a prostitute
Who took me up to her room to perform a flag salute
Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig
And headed to the airport and the midnight flight, you dig?
And fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide
Looking through the want ads, sipping Fosters in the shade
I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don't care who I hurt
I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred, and go down in infamy
I opened up an agency somewhere down the line
Hiring aboriginals to work the opal mines
Then I attached their wages and took a whopping cut
Whisked away their workman's comp and pauperized the lot
I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air
And landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear
I'm thinking of retiring from all my dirty deals
I'll see you in the next life, wake me up for meals
Suzie Lightning
Warren Zevon
© 1991 Zevon Music administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI)
Performed by Robb Johnson
She only sleeps on planes
She's tired of going nowhere
She's in Yugoslavia
Working on a miniseries
Suzie Lightning
I built a world for her
Suzie Lightning
I need a girl from earth
She's in Hungary
She sends post cards home
Does she think of me?
I'm in Hollywood
Suzie Lightning
Takes no prisoners
Suzie Lightning
(Takes no prisoners)
No use crying about it
No use trying to hold on
She lights up the sky
Then she's gone
She don't have time for love
She don't need me now
Can't she see I'm burning up
Burning down, burning out
Burning out
Suzie Lightning
I built a world for her
Suzie Lightning
I need a girl from earth
Suzie Lightning
Suzie Lightning
She only sleeps on planes
Takes no prisoners.