I learned not to say much of nothing So I figure you already know But in case you don’t or maybe you forgot I’ll lay it out real nice and slow Don’t call what you’re wearing an outfit Don’t ever say your car is broke Don’t sing with a fake British accent Boy don’t act […]
Let me die in my footstepsBefore I go down under the ground. Bob Dylan
Summer, Buddy Holly, the working follyGood golly, Miss Molly and boatsHammersmith Palais, the Bolshoi BalletJump back in the alley and nanny goatsEighteen wheeler Scammells, Dominica camelsAll other mammals plus equal votesSeeing Piccadilly, Fanny Smith and WillieBeing rather silly and porridge oatsA bit of grin and bear it, a bit of come and share itYou’re welcome […]
I wished I was in Austin in the Chili Parlor BarDrinking Mad Dog Margaritas and not caring where you areBut here I sit in Dublin just rolling cigarettesHolding back and choking back the shakes with every breath So forgive me all my anger, forgive me all my faultsThere’s no need to forgive me for thinking […]
The boys of the NYPD choirWere singing, ‘Galway Bay’And the bells were ringing outFor Christmas Day
September 7 marks twenty years since Warren Zevon passed away. As a fan, one is left to consider which is the greater tragedy; that his life was so short, that his fame was so fleeting, or that he is best remembered for a goofy novelty song about werewolves. “Mom and Papa bought a Chickering, Everyday […]
I went to the Henley regatta,Intending to put out to sea,They pronounced me persona non grata,Goes to show that you can’t come and go as you please. -Warren Zevon