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CD 1. Seminole Bingo
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Seminole BingoWritten by Carl Hiaasen & Warren Zevon
I'm a junk bond king And I'm on the run Me and a friend of mine We were headed for the sunshine I got my hands on the wheel I got gas in the tank I got a suitcase full of money From a Luxembourg bank We didn't stop 'til we got to Big Cypress Wandered in to the Legion Hall The sign outside said, "Seminole Bingo" Fell in love with the ping pong balls And the SEC is far behind Down in the swamp with the gators and flamingos A long way from Liechtenstein I'm a junk bond king playing Seminole Bingo And my Wall Street wiles Don't help me even slightly 'Cause I never have the numbers And I'm losing nightly I cashed in the last of my Triple B bonds Bought a double-wide on the Tamiami Trail I parked it right outside the reservation Fifteen minutes from the Collier County Jail And the SEC is far behind Down in the swamp with the gators and flamingos A long way from Liechtenstein I'm a junk bond king playing Seminole Bingo Well, the SEC is far behind Down in the swamp with the gators and flamingos A long way from Liechtenstein I'm a junk bond king playing Seminole Bingo Jorge Calderón bass Warren: I found an ad for Indian gaming in a hotel lobby in Miami, and I asked my friend Carl Hiaasen to help me write this song. We completed it on a tarpon-conquering trip to the middle Keys. 2. Something Bad Happened To A Clown
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Something Bad Happened To A ClownWritten by Warren Zevon
Every touch is measured out Every word is written down Sunny skies are seldom seen In the land of few and far between And everybody wears a frown Someone lost their squirting rose There's his red nose on the ground No one's seen his painted smile He's been gone for quite a while Something bad happened to a clown Something bad happened to a clown He used to honk his horn and everyone would laugh He used to honk his horn She doesn't think he's very funny anymore Footprints in the sawdust leading to the edge of town Something bad happened to a clown Something bad happened to a clown He used to honk his horn and everyone would laugh He used to honk his horn She doesn't think he's very funny anymore Footprints in the sawdust leading to the edge of town Something bad happened to a clown Something bad happened to a clown 3. Similar To Rain
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Similar To RainWritten by Warren Zevon
Once upon a time these stories always start There lived a handsome prince and he had a happy heart And a princess, too - she was a beautiful kid She said she'd never leave him but she did Sometimes love is wet and cold Similar to rain, just a hard to hold Love can make you sad and blue If you don't watch out it'll fall all over you Everybody knows that winter can be nice You can play in the snow, you can skate on the ice But you can't skate far when the ice gets thin 'Cause you might fall in Sometimes love is wet and cold Similar to rain, just as hard to hold Love can make you sad and blue If you don't watch out it'll fall all over you Gray skies everywhere Storm clouds know your name Sadness in the air Feels like rain Sometimes love is wet and cold Similar to rain, just a hard to hold Love can make you sad and blue If you don't watch out it'll fall all over you Michael Wolff keyboards 4. The Indifference Of Heaven
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The Indifference Of HeavenWritten by Warren Zevon
Time marches on Time stands still Time on my hands Time to kill Blood on my hands And my hands in the till Down at the 7-11 Gentle rain Falls on me All life folds back Into the sea We contemplate eternity Beneath the vast indifference of heaven The past seems realer than the present to me now I've got memories to last me When the sky is gray The way it is today I remember the times when I was happy Same old sun Same old moon It's the same old story Same old tune They all say Someday soon My sins will all be forgiven The gentle rain Falls on me All life folds back Into the sea We contemplate eternity Beneath the vast indifference of heaven They say, "Everything's all right" They say, "Better days are near" They tell us, "These are the good times" But they don't live around here Billy and Christie don't - Bruce and Patti don't - They don't live around here I had a girl Now she's gone She left town Town burned down Nothing left But the sound Of the front door closing forever The gentle rain Falls on me All life folds back Into the sea We contemplate eternity Beneath the vast indifference of heaven The vast indifference of heaven Peter Asher vocals Warren: The first of many depressing songs about the departure of my flaxen-tressed fiancée, this one owes a considerable debt to the English novelist Martin Amis, who has as yet betrayed no interest in it. 5. Jesus Was A Cross Maker
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Jesus Was A Cross MakerWritten by Judee Sill
Sweet silver angels over the sea Please come down flying low for me One time I trusted a stranger 'Cause I heard his sweet song It was gently enticing me But there was something wrong And when I turned He was gone Blinding me His song remains reminding me He's a bandit and a heartbreaker My Jesus was a cross maker Sweet silver angels over the sea Please come down flying low for me He wages war with the devil With a pistol by His side He's always chasing him out of windows And He won't give him a place to hide But he keeps His door Open wide Fighting him He lights a lamp inviting him He's a bandit and a heartbreaker My Jesus was a cross maker Yeah, Jesus was a cross maker I heard the thunder come rumblin' The light never looked so dim I see the junction git nearer and danger is in the wind And either road's lookin' grim Hidin' me, I flee, desire dividin' me He's a bandit and a heartbreaker. Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker Yeah, Jesus was a cross maker Rosemary Butler vocals |
6. Poisonous Lookalike
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Poisonous LookalikeWritten by Warren Zevon
I was getting used to you You went and changed your tune Now you've got me so confused I can't tell the salt from the wound Didn't they always used to say A man ain't supposed to cry I defy you to look me in the eye And tell me you're a friend of mine Poisonous lookalike You're not my girl Poisonous lookalike What have you done with her? Poisonous lookalike You're not my girl Poisonous lookalike What have you done with her? Now it seems to me you're acting strange You treat me like a criminal You keep telling me I'll have to change Baby, that would take a miracle Didn't they always used to say A man ain't supposed to cry I defy you to look me in the eye And tell me you're a friend of mine Poisonous lookalike You're not my girl Poisonous lookalike What have you done with her? Poisonous lookalike You're not my girl Poisonous lookalike What have you done with her? Poisonous lookalike Little Miss Gun-to-a-Knife fight Poisonous lookalike What're you trying to do? Poisonous lookalike Do you feel all right all right? Poisonous lookalike What's wrong with you? Poisonous lookalike You're not my girl Poisonous lookalike What have you done with her? Poisonous lookalike You're not my girl Poisonous lookalike What have you done with her? Jorge Calderón vocals David Lindley cittern, fiddle 7. Piano Fighter
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Piano FighterWritten by Warren Zevon
Mom and Papa bought a Chickering Every day I'd sit and play that thing I practiced hard; it was more than a whim I played with grim determination, Jim Someone called Piano Fighter I'm a holy roller, I'm a real lowrider Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter Then let me go, Piano Fighter Let me go, Piano Fighter I worked in sessions and I played in bands A thousand casuals and one-night stands Here on Thursday, gone on Friday Heading down the Dixie highway Someone called Piano Fighter I'm a holy roller, I'm a real lowrider Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter Then let me go, Piano Fighter Let me go, Piano Fighter Maybe I'll go to Reno Nobody knows my name I'll play Claire de Lune in a quiet saloon Steady work for a change Ain't going down that long, lonesome road Ain't going down that long, lonesome road I cut a single and it made the charts I took the money and I played my part Got in trouble down in New Orleans I must admit that I was strung out, painted in the corner of a limousine Someone called Piano Fighter I'm a thin ice walker, I'm a freelance writer Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter Then let me go, Piano Fighter Let me go, Piano Fighter Someone called Piano Fighter I'm a holy roller, I'm a real lowrider Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter Then let me go, Piano Fighter Let me go, Piano Fighter Bruce Hornsby accordion 8. Rottweiler Blues
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Rottweiler BluesWritten by Carl Hiaasen & Warren Zevon
Got a Glock in the bedside table Machine gun leaning by the bedroom door Kevlar vest in the closet Well, I wear it when I go to the store Shadows on the window Rustling in the hedge Faces at the peephole Footsteps on the ledge If you come calling He'll be mauling with intent to maim Don't knock on my door If you don't know my rottweiler's name Halogen lights in the driveway Guardian Angels living next door One hundred pounds of unfriendly persuasion Sleeping on the Florida porch Slackers in the market Bangers in the mall Skinheads on the golf course Hunting for their balls If you come calling He'll be mauling with intent to maim Don't knock on my door If you don't know my rottweiler's name Well, he's dreaming about an intruder or two And the promise of burglar blood He's yearning to chew on a gangster tattoo And to hear the proverbial sickening thud Shadows on the window Rustling in the hedge Faces at the peephole Footsteps on the ledge If you come calling He'll be mauling with intent to maim Don't knock on my door If you don't know my rottweiler's name If you come calling He'll be mauling with intent to maim Don't know on my door If you don't know my rottweiler's name Larry Klein bass 9. Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse
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Monkey Wash Donkey RinseWritten by Duncan Aldrich & Warren Zevon
Hell is only half full Room for you and me Looking for a new fool Who's it gonna be? It's the Dance of Shiva It's the Debutantes ball And everyone will be there Who's anyone at all Monkey wash donkey rinse Going to a party in the center of the earth Monkey wash donkey rinse Honey, don't you want to go? Monkey wash donkey rinse Going to a party in the center of the earth Monkey wash donkey rinse Honey, don't you want to go? Left eye, right eye Take a look around Everybody's heading For a hole in the ground And it's the Dance of Shiva It's the Twilight of the Gods Thunder and lightning 'Til the break of dawn Monkey wash donkey rinse Going to a party in the center of the earth Monkey wash donkey rinse Honey, don't you want to go? Monkey wash donkey rinse Going to a party in the center of the earth Monkey wash donkey rinse Honey, don't you want to go? Monkey wash donkey rinse Going to a party in the center of the earth Monkey wash donkey rinse Honey, don't you want to go? Monkey wash donkey rinse Going to a party in the center of the earth Monkey wash donkey rinse Honey, don't you want to go? Bruce Hornsby accordion David Lindley fiddle Warren: Duncan and I wrote this eschatological two-step in and around Colorado, and we recorded it with Bruce Hornsby playing accordion and David Lindley playing fiddle. Laissez le bon temps roulet - as Duncan always said, there's no substitute for happiness. 10. Mutineer
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MutineerWritten by Warren Zevon
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 could never find us here You're my witness I'm your mutineer Long ago we laughed at shadows Lightning flashed and thunder followed us It could never find us here 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 You're my witness I'm your mutineer I'm your mutineer Rosemary Butler vocals Larry Klein bass Warren: I intended this song as a gesture of appreciation and affection to my fans, none of whom bought the record. |