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SIDE ONE 1. Sentimental Hygiene
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Sentimental HygieneWritten by Warren Zevon
Every day I get up in the morning and go to work And do my job - whatever I need some Sentimental Hygiene Everybody's at war these days Let's have a mini-surrender I need some Sentimental hygiene Everybody's had to hurt about it No one wants to go without it It's so hard to find it Sentimental hygiene Every night I come home exhausted From trying to get along I need some Sentimental hygiene Everybody's joining up to fight For the right to be wrong I need some Sentimental hygiene Some nights I drive my car Up and down the boulevard It's so hard to find it Sentimental hygiene Everybody's had to hurt about it No one wants to go without it It's so hard to find it Sentimental hygiene Some nights I drive my car Up and down the boulevard It's so hard to find it Sentimental hygiene Sentimental hygiene I need some Sentimental hygiene Neil Young lead guitar Waddy Wachtel guitar Peter Buck guitar Warren Zevon keyboard Jorge Calderón bass Bill Berry drums Warren: My then manager, Andrew Slater, had introduced me to Peter Buck, his old college roommate. We decided to do a band-style records with R.E.M., so we played in a rehearsal studio for a couple of weeks before we cut the tracks. this is an example of one of those titles that just come to me unbidden; I emerge from a momentary daze congratulating myself. 2. Boom Boom Mancini
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Boom Boom ManciniWritten by Warren Zevon
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 told me it was him." They made hypocrite judgments after the fact But the name of the game is 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 Warren Zevon lead guitar and piano Peter Buck guitar Mike Mills bass Bill Berry drums Warren: My father was a boxer, so I’ve always liked the fights, and I was a fan of Ray Mancini's. I wrote this song during a year's sabbatical in Philadelphia. Ray got in touch with me after the album was released to tell me he liked the tune, and we became friends. 3. The Factory
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The FactoryWritten by Warren Zevon
I was born in '63 Got a little job in the factory I don't know much about Kennedy I was too busy working in the factory We got a kid that's two, we got another one due We get by the best we can do The factory's got a good medical plan And, cousin, I'm a union man Saying, Yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir - Work! I was born in Mechanicsburg My daddy worked for Pontiac 'til he got hurt Now he's on disability And I got his old job in the factory Saying, Yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir - Work! Early in the morning I feel a chill The factory whistle blows loud and shrill I'd kill my wife or she'd kill me But we gotta go to work in the factory Six days a week in the factory Up early in the morning at the factory I've been working in the factory Johnny, I've been working in the factory Kickin' asbestos in the factory Punchin' out Chryslers in the factory Breathin' that plastic in the factory Makin' polyvinyl chloride in the factory Warren Zevon acoustic guitar Peter Buck guitar Bob Dylan harmonica Mike Mills bass Bill Berry drums 4. Trouble Waiting To Happen
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Trouble Waiting To HappenWritten by J. D. Souther and Warren Zevon
I woke up this morning and fell out of bed Trouble waiting to happen Should've quit while I was ahead Trouble waiting to happen I turned on the news to the Third World War Opened up the paper to World War IV Just when I thought it was safe to be bored Trouble waiting to happen Trouble waiting to happen The mailman brought me the Rolling Stone Trouble waiting to happen It said I was living at home alone Trouble waiting to happen I read things I didn't know I'd done It sounded like alot of fun I guess I've been bad or something Trouble waiting to happen Trouble waiting to happen Trouble waiting to happen Teardrops ready to start Trouble waiting to happen to my heart This just ain't gonna be my day Trouble waiting to happen Things just ain't gonna go my way Trouble waiting to happen My day was over by a quarter to ten I climbed right back into bed again I'd write this down if I could hold a pen I might get better but I don't know when So I'm gonna wait right here 'til then Trouble waiting to happen Trouble waiting to happen Trouble waiting to happen Teardrops ready to fall Trouble waiting to happen to us all Brian Setzer lead guitar Peter Buck guitar Warren Zevon piano Mike Mills bass Bill Berry drums Don Henley harmony 5. Reconsider Me
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Reconsider MeWritten by Warren Zevon
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 Reconsider 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 Reconsider me And I'll never make you sad again 'Cause I swear that 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 Mike Campbell guitar Waddy Wachtel acoustic guitar Jai Winding keyboard Warren Zevon keyboard Tony Levin bass Craig Krampf drums Don Henley harmony Warren: She did - too late. Written in a hotel room overlooking Rittenhouse Square in Philadelphia. Many covered it; none released it. SIDE TWO 1. Detox Mansion
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Detox MansionWritten by Jorge Calderón and Warren Zevon
Well, I'm gone to Detox Mansion Way down on Last Breath Farm I've been rakin' leaves with Liza Me and Liz clean up the yard Left my home in Music City In the back of a limousine Now I'm doin' my own laundry And I'm getting those clothes clean Growin' fond of Detox Mansion And this quiet life I lead But I'm dying to tell my story For all my friends to read Well, it's tough to be somebody And it's hard not to fall apart Up here on Rehab Mountain We gonna learn these things by heart Well, I'm gone to Detox Mansion Way down on Last Breath Farm I've been rakin' leaves with Liza Me and Liz clean up the yard What goes on in Detox Mansion Outside the rubber room We get therapy and lectures We play golf in the afternoon Well, it's tough to be somebody And it's hard not to fall apart Up here on Rehab Mountain We gonna learn these things by heart David Lindley lap steel guitar Warren Zevon guitar Peter Buck guitar Mike Mills bass Bill Berry drums Jorge Calderón harmony Warren: "I see you’re drinking Coca-Cola," Jorge Calderón once observed, "I guess you don’t want to go back to Detox Mansion." The first version of the song sounded like "I Walk The Line." I was alone with my guitar one evening in the rehearsal studio and started playing the fiddlelike figure at mind-numbing volume. David Lindley overdubbed many layers of lap steel guitar parts, one of which he referred to with great seriousness as "The Wibble-Wobble." 2. Bad Karma
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Bad KarmaWritten by Warren Zevon
Was it something I did In another life? I try and try But nothing comes out right For me Bad Karma Killing me by degrees I took a wrong turn On the astral plane Now I keep on thinkin' My luck is gonna change Someday Bad Karma It's uphill all the way I can't run, can't hide Can't get away It must be my destiny The same thing happens to me every day Bad Karma Coming after me Bad Karma Killing me by degrees Bad Karma Bad Karma It's a dog's life And it's not my fault Ought to hang my picture In the All Time Losers' Hall of Fame Bad Karma It's a low-down dirty shame I can't run, can't hide Can't get away It must be my destiny The same thing happens to me every day Bad Karma Coming after me Bad Karma Killing me by degrees Bad Karma Bad Karma Warren Zevon lead guitar Peter Buck guitar Darius sitar David Lindley bowed saz Mike Mills bass Bill Berry drums Stan Lynch harmony Michael Stipe harmony Warren: Yet another Oops-I-spilled-my-drink song and a mild reincarnation spoof. The sitar part seemed like an agreeable gag. 3. Even A Dog Can Shake Hands
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Even A Dog Can Shake HandsWritten by Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Mike Mills and Warren Zevon
Well, he's trying to survive up on Mulholland Drive He's got the phone in the car in his hand Everbody's trying to be a friend of mine Even a dog can shake hands He wants twenty percent because he knew you back when Now they all want a piece of the band Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine Even a dog can shake hands All the worms and the gnomes are having lunch at Le Dome They're all living off the fat of the land Everbody's trying to be a friend of mine Even a dog can shake hands Sign Page 42 We'll do the rest for you Find a way to make it pay Don't lose your head You'll end up dead Or you'll be living in the Valley some day Abandon all hope and don't rock the boat And we'll all make a few hundred grand Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine Even a dog can shake hands You'll be making the scene 'til they pick your bones clean No, they don't leave much for the fans Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine Even a dog can shake hands Sign Page 42 We'll do the rest for you Find a way to make it pay Don't lose your head You'll end up dead You'll be living in the Valley some day Well, I'm trying to survive up on Mulholland Drive And I get it any way I can Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine Even a dog can shake hands Warren Zevon guitar Rick Richards guitar Peter Buck guitar Waddy Wachtel guitar Mike Mills bass Bill Berry drums 4. The Heartache
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The HeartacheWritten by Warren Zevon
Shadows falling in the noonday sun Blue feeling to the maximum Look what happens when you love someone And they don't love you The heartache The risk you run The chance you take When you love someone And the sorrow For the lonely one When the heartache comes Never thought I'd be alone like this Guess I should have been a realist That's the trouble with relationships They end too soon And the heartache The risk you run The chance you take When you love someone And the sorrow For the lonely one When the heartache comes And the darkness falls And the rain comes down In the midst of spring There's a sadness in the heart of things And the heartache The risk you run The chance you take When you love someone And the sorrow For the lonely one When the heartache comes Shadows falling in the noonday sun Blue feeling to the maximum Waddy Wachtel acoustic guitar Warren Zevon keyboard Peter Buck guitar Leland Sklar bass Bill Berry drums Jennifer Warnes harmony 5. Leave My Monkey Alone
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Leave My Monkey AloneWritten by Warren Zevon
Mzungu Arudi Ulaya Mwa Frika Apate Uhuru (Whites go back to Europe Freedom for Africa) Leave my monkey alone Leave my monkey alone Leave my monkey alone Leave my monkey alone Down in Kenya where the Masai roam And the grass grows tall on the veldt In our old colonial home We drank our bitters while the empire fell Leave my monkey alone Leave my monkey alone Leave my monkey alone Leave my monkey alone One day the Mau Mau came All we had was lost In our old colonial home Under the Southern Cross Leave my monkey alone Leave my monkey alone Leave my monkey alone Leave my monkey alone Down in Kenya where the Masai roam And the grass grows tall on the veldt In our old colonial home We drank our bitters while the empire fell Leave my monkey alone Leave my monkey alone Leave my monkey alone Leave my monkey alone The Mau Mau came in '52 The sun went down and we drew the drapes In our old colonial home We hid behind the Mau Mau gates Leave my monkey alone Leave my monkey alone Leave my monkey alone Leave my monkey alone Blackbyrd McKnight guitar Amp Fiddler keyboard Flea bass Warren Zevon emulator Will Alexander & Brian Bell computer programming Craig Krampf drums George Clinton arrangement 2003 VIRGIN CD BONUS TRACKS Nocturne (Instrumental) Leave My Monkey Alone (Spanish) |
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DATE August 29, 1987(US) LABEL Virgin (US) CATALOG NUMBER 1-90603 PRODUCER Warren Zevon / Niko Bolas / Andrew Slater STUDIOS Record One, Los Angeles A&M Studios, Hollywood Cheshire Sound Studios, Atlanta |
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