Warren Zevon appreciation thread

[Taverner]

Damn, he was the man!

Most rockers, I really could give a rats ass about their lyrics.

But his were good. I mean, send shivers down your spine good...

[Hobarticus]

1. Still wakin' up in the morning with shaking hands...

...and I'm trying to find a girl who understands me
But except in dreams, you're never really free...

Damn, the guy was great.

[AlienGirl]

2. Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner...

I love that song!

Tucker

[Schema Thing]

3. the Excitable Boy was a nice guy

[mr blur]

4. Am I the only one who cries...

every time I hear him sing "Open up...for me" in Knockin' On Heaven's Door on The Wind? I don't think so..

[Taverner]

5. Anyone else think this song describes the Dim Son?

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
And I'm down on my luck
And 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

Send lawyers, guns and money...

[tigereye]

7. that is an excellent song!

all his songs were/are excellent!

[stellanoir]

6. ". . .accidentally, like a martyr. . ."

One of the most ironically profound lyricists and songwriters of our time. IMHO.

[48pan]

8. And his hair was...

perfect!

[samdogmom]

9. Don't forget "Reconsider Me"

A great love song if I may say so myself!

[RJRoss]

10. "Enjoy every sandwich"

His final appearance on David Letterman's show was one of the most courageous performances I've seen any entertainer do.

Warren and Hunter S. Thompson are out there together somewhere in the afterlife, blowing off steam and cracking each other up.

[Fenris]

11. This is funny...considering the current Lounge climate

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
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me

Well, I met a girl from the Vieux Carre`
Down in Yokahama
She picked me up and she throwed me down
I said, "Please don't hurt me, Mama"