Excitable Boy

[Rastafari]

Well, Warren Zevon died of Lung Cancer at 56 Sunday. One of the best Singer-Songwriter's of the 70's, Zevon made the personal mistake of having HST be his personal physician on tours for 20 years. Excitable Boy is one of the best Albums ever laid down in terms of lyrics, and I'm sad to see him go.

"Lawyers, Guns, and Money"
Warren Zevon

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...

[Danton]

Bummer....Though with a personal physician like that there is little hope...
I heard his latest/last album is really poignent, do you have it?

[Rastafari]

no, not yet, man

[Dirty Commie]

I love that mans music, you have no idea how depressed I am.

His whole life he sang about death.

He was told he had three months to live, he made it over a year.

He never threw himself against the Louvre, but he sleeps now that he's dead.

His shit was fucked up. Life killed him.

Requiescat in Pace.

*cries*

[Rastafari]

Hey Felicia, this ones for you:
not that its my favorite song, like I said, I think all of the ones on Excitable Boy are the best

Hit Somebody (The Hockey Song)
Warren Z., with David Letterman

He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the time he was nine
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
And Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard
He grew up big and he grew up tough
He saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canucks
But he wasn't that good with a puck

Buddy's real talent was beating people up
His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up
Through pee-wee's and juniors, midgets and mites
He must have racked up more than three hundred fights
A scout from the flames came down from Saskatoon
Said, "There's always room on our team for a goon
Son, we've always got room for a goon"

There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Brains over brawn--that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada to do
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada to do

Hit somebody! was what the crowd roared
When Buddy the goon came over the boards
"Coach," he'd say, "I wanna score goals"
The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role
The fast guys get paid, they shoot, they score
Protect them, Buddy, that's what you're here for

Protection is what you're here for
Protection--it's the stars that score
Protection--kick somebody's ass
Protection--don't put the biscuit in the basket just
Hit some, Buddy! it rang in his ears
Blood on the ice ran down through the years
The king of the goons with a box for a throne
A thousand stitches and broken bones
He never lost a fight on his icy patrol
But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goal
He just wanted one damn goal

There were Swedes at the the blue line
Finns at the red
A Russian with a stick heading straight for his head
Brains over brawn--that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada to do
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada to do

In his final season, on his final night
Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight
Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll
And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal

The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot
Twenty years of waiting went into that shot
The fans jumped up, the Finn jumped too
And coldcocked Buddy on his follow through
The big man crumbled but he felt all right
'Cause the last thing he saw
was the flashing red light
He saw that heavenly light

There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Take care of your teeth--that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada to do
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada to do

[Lefty]

I played all of the Zevon cds I own at full volume today. R.I.P.

[Rastafari]

Letterman almost cried last night, and I with him

[Dirty Commie]

His best album was Life'll kill ya.

[Rastafari]

one of his best, absolutely.

But I prefair the more mainstream Excitable Boy

[Rastafari]

Your a Whole Different Person when Your Scared
By: Warren Zevon and Dr. Gonzo

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
When you're scared

The eagle screams on Friday
The Colts are doomed this year
The fat's finally in the fire
In the Kingdom of Fear
Dangerous creeps are everywhere

You're a whole different person...
When you're scared

We have ways to make you talk
You won't like at all
If you can't run, walk
If you can't walk crawl
But don't look down
It's a long, long fall
And you loved 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 let left her there

You're a whole different person...
You're a whole different person when you're scared

[Lefty]

That shit was fucked up. I'm guessing its because of the drugs that HST/Dr. Gonzo had Warren on when they wrote it.

[Rastafari]

Its a great tune though.


(Lefty, you have my eternal thanks for keeping this thread back up. I was about to post "Excitable Boy" for Kapitan Andrey, it fits him perfectly-what with the raping and all...)

[Dirty Commie]

Roland the headless thompson gunner, that was a great song.

[Rastafari]

I more than agree. When he did that on Letterman about a year ago, it was excellent. It used to be my favorite song he did, too. I love songs that tell stories..


Roland trhe Headless Thompson Gunner,
Warren Zevon

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
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-***** Van Owen blew off Roland's head

Roland the headless Thompson gunner (Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
Norway's bravest son 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

[Rastafari]

Veracruz
I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns
I heard Maria crying
Late last night I heard the news
That 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 morire
Aquel dia yo jure

I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns
I heard them in the harbor
Saying, "Veracruz is dying"

[Mr Mojo Risin]

Speaking of Warren, just the other day i saw a werewolf with a chinese menu in his hand. I'd like to meet his tailor.

[Rastafari]

Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out Jim

[Dirty Commie]

Yesterday I was at a debate tournament and I got to quote him

[Rastafari]

what'd you say?

[Dirty Commie]

I spent nearly a whole minute speaking about the meaning of "Life'll kill ya" I used it to argue that people should be allowed to commit suicide witha doctors assistance.