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Recorded Live and Released:

Werewolves Of London, Stand In The Fire version
Poor Poor Pitiful Me, Stand In The Fire version
I'll Sleep When I'm Dead, Stand In The Fire version
Mohammed's Radio, Stand In The Fire version


Performed Live but not Recorded:

Carmelita, bootleg version
Mohammed's Radio, bootleg version
Roland, bootleg version
Excitable Boy, bootleg version
Werewolves, bootleg version
Gorilla, You're A Desperado, bootleg version
Ain't That Pretty At All, bootleg version
Splendid Isolation, bootleg version
Indifference of Heaven, bootleg version
Poor Poor Pitiful Me, bootleg version


Werewolves Of London (Stand In The Fire version)
Written By LeRoy P. Marinell, Waddy Wachtel and Warren Zevon
c. 1975 Zevon Music/BMI and Polite Music/ASCAP

I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein
Werewolves of London
Werewolves of Los Angeles

If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Brian DePalma again
Werewolves of London
Here comes that dangerous man

He's the hairy handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
And he's looking for James Taylor
Werewolves of London

I saw a werewolf trying to buy a used car at Del Mar
It was a bloody red coupe de ville
He said he was adrivin' it to Mexico
Going down to Tiajuana
Gonna kill somebody in a film or something

Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
I saw Jackson Browne "Walking Slow" down the avenue
You know his heart is perfect
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a Perrier at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London again
Draw blood

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Poor Poor Pitiful Me, Stand In The Fire version
Written By Warren Zevon
published by Warner-Tamerlane/Darkroom Music BMI, 1973

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

I met a girl from the Vieux Carre`
Down in Yokahama
She picked me up and she'd throw me down
I said, "Where's George Gruel, my road manger and best friend"
"Come on out here George" __________________
Get up and dance
Get up and dance or I'll kill you and I got the means

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I'll Sleep When I'm Dead, Stand In The Fire version
written by Warren Zevon
1976 Zevon Music BMI

So much to do, there's plenty on the farm
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Saturday night I like to raise a little harm
I'll sleep when I'm dead

I'm drinking heartbreak motor oil and Bombay gin
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Straight from the bottle, again & again
I'll sleep when I'm dead

Well, I take this medicine as prescribed
I'll sleep when I'm dead
It don't matter if I get a little wired
I'll sleep when I'm dead

I've got a .44 Magnum up on the shelf
I'll sleep when I'm dead
And I DON'T intend to use it on myself
I'll sleep when I'm dead

So much to do, there's plenty on the farm
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Saturday night I like to raise a little harm
I'll sleep when I'm dead

(note from Zevonfan1--I greatly prefer the alternate reading of "And I DON'T intend to use it on myself")

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Mohammed's Radio, Stand In The Fire Version
written by Warren Zevon 1976 Zevon Music BMI

Everybody's restless and they've got no place to go
Someone's always trying to tell them
Something they already know
So their anger and resentment flow

But don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio

Ayatollah's got his problems too
And even Jimmy Carter's got the highway blues
I went to see the Governor 'cause I thought that he would know
(you see I knew him)
He's been up all night listening to Mohammed's Radio

Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio

Everybody's desperate trying to make ends meet
Work all day, still can't pay the price of gasoline and meat
Alas, their lives are incomplete

Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio

You've been up all night listening for his drum
Hoping that the righteous might just might just might just come
I heard the General whisper to his aide-de-camp
"Be watchful for Mohammed's lamp"

Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed's Radio

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Carmelita, bootleg version
Written By Warren Zevon
published by Warner-Tamerlane/Darkroom Music BMI, 1972

I hear Mariachi static on my radio
And the tubes they glow in the dark
And I'm there with her in Ensenada
And I'm here in Echo Park

Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town

Well, I'm sittin' here playing solitaire
With my pearl-handled deck
The county won't give me no more methadone
And they cut off your welfare check

Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town

Well, I pawned my Smith Corona      [Smith and Wesson]
And I went to meet my man
He hangs out down on Alvarado Street
By the Pioneer chicken stand

Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town

Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town

(and sometimes live, but never recorded, Warren would sing:)
Every time I hear the sirens wail,
You know I almost have the heart attack
Her big, Samoan boyfriend says
He's gonna come and break my back.)

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Mohammed's Radio, bootleg version
written by Warren Zevon 1976 Zevon Music BMI

Everybody's restless and they've got no place to go
Someone's always trying to tell them
Something they already know
So their anger and resentment flow

But don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio                                       

You know, the Sheriff's got his problems too                            got his/her problems, too
He will surely take them out on you                                          secretary of the interior
In walked the village idiot
and his face was all aglow                 Netanyahu
He's been up all night listening to Mohammed's Radio               the president
.                                                                                              Tanya Harding
Don't it make you want to rock and roll                                    in walks John Wayne Bobbitt, ouch 
All night long                                                                           (ed: see "Finishing Touches"---joke)
Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio

Everybody's desperate trying to make ends meet
Work all day, still can't pay the price of gasoline and meat         heat
Alas, their lives are incomplete

Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio

You've been up all night listening for his drum
Hoping that the righteous might just might just might just come
I heard the General whisper to his aide-de-camp
"Be watchful for Mohammed's lamp"

Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed's Radio

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Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner, bootleg version
Written By Warren Zevon & David Lindell c. 1976 Zevon Music/BMI

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
With their 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-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head

Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Norway's bravest son
Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
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              Salvador, Panama, Bosnia, Nicaragua
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it

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Excitable Boy, bootleg version
Written By Warren Zevon & LeRoy P. Marinell
c. 1976 Zevon Music/BMI and Polite Music/ASCAP

Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best
Excitable boy, they all said
And he
rubbed the pot roast all over his chest           poured the water all over hisself
Excitable boy, they all said

He took in the four a.m. show at the Clark                He went to the four a.m. show at the Clark
Excitable boy, they all said
And he bit the usherette's leg
in the dark                   like a shark
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy

He took little Suzie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said
And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
After ten long years they let him out of the home
Excitable boy, they all said
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy

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Werewolves of London, bootleg version
Written By LeRoy P. Marinell, Waddy Wachtel and Warren Zevon
c. 1975 Zevon Music/BMI and Polite Music/ASCAP

I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get a big dish of
beef chow mein                          brain chow mein
Werewolves of London

If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night                           Milli Vanilli
Werewolves of London again                                           Clarence Clemons again
Werewolves of London

He's the hairy handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor
Werewolves of London

Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen               I've seen the best minds of my generation
Doing the werewolves of London                                      starving, hysterical, naked
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw
a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's           Jack Kemp
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London again
Draw blood

variations:

he's looking for James Taylor, or Jimmy Buffet
he's been listening to James Taylor

I saw Jeff Bridges and John Hurt
trying to buy a used car at Del Mar
It was a blood red coupe de ville
He said he was adrivin' it to Mexico
Going down to Tiajuana
Gonna kill, kill, kill

I saw Sylvester Stalone
running down the steps of the art museum
and he was doing, he was doing another sequel

I saw Bruce Springsteen
Walking with the Queen
He was telling her all about Nebraska

I saw Jackson Browne
walking down Sherman Way
He's just trying to get along
Jackson's going over to Gary Gilmore's house
Gary's gonna teach him the Executioner's Song

I saw Jimmy Swaggart, walking to a motel
and he was doin'...never mind

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Gorilla, You're a Desperado, bootleg version
written by Warren Zevon 1980 Zevon Music BMI

Big gorilla at the L.A. Zoo
Snatched the glasses right off my face
Took the keys to my BMW
Left me here to take his place

I wish the ape a lot of success
I'm sorry my apartment's a mess
Most of all I'm sorry if I made you blue
I'm betting the gorilla will, too

They say Jesus will find you wherever you go
But when He'll come looking for you, they don't know
In the mean time, keep your profile low
Gorilla, you're a desperado

He built a house on an acre of land
He called it Villa Gorilla Now
I hear he's getting divorced                              
divorced, again
Laying low at L'Ermitage, of course                 my friend

Then the ape grew very depressed
Went through Transactional Analysis               
He moved away from Los Angeles
He plays racquetball and runs in the rain
Still he's shackled to a platinum chain

Big gorilla at the L.A. Zoo
Snatched the glasses right off my face
Took the keys to my BMW
Left me here to take his place

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Ain't That Pretty At All, bootleg version
written by Leroy P. Marinell & Warren Zevon
1982 Tiny Tunes (ASCAP) & Zevon Music (BMI)

Well, I've seen all there is to see
And I've heard all they have to say
I've done everything I wanted to do . . .
I've done that too
And it ain't that pretty at all
Ain't that pretty at all
So I'm going to hurl myself against the wall
'Cause I'd rather feel bad than not feel anything at all

You know, I just had a short vacation, Roy
Spent it getting a root canal
"Oh, how'd you like it?"
Well, it ain't that pretty at all
So I'm going to hurl myself against the wall
'Cause I'd rather feel bad than not feel anything at all

Gonna get a good running start and throw myself at the wall as hard as I can man

I've been to Paris                                            
And it ain't that pretty at all                            
I've been to Rome

Now, I've seen the bright lights of Broadway
Ain't that prety at all
Hell, Hoss, we come from LA
And it certainly ain't that pretty at all
I've been to the UK
And I didn't go there for my health, Ian
And I've been to Norway,
Yeah?
How'd you like it?
Well I liked it....
also
We come from LA and now it aint that pretty at all         
                                
Guess what?                                                   
I'd like to go back to Paris someday and visit the Louvre Museum
Get a good running start and hurl myself at the wall
Going to hurl myself against the wall
'Cause I'd rather feel bad than feel nothing at all
And it ain't that pretty at all
Ain't that pretty at all

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Splendid Isolation, bootleg version
written by Warren Zevon 1989 Zevon Music BMI

I want to live alone in the desert
I want to be like Georgia O'Keefe
I want to live on the Upper East Side
And never go down in the street

Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation

Michael Jackson in Disneyland
Don't have to share it with nobody else                          'till now...no more....so I was wrong
Lock the gates, Goofy, take my hand
And lead me through the World of Self

Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation

Don't want to wake up with no one beside me
Don't want to take up with nobody new
Don't want nobody coming by without calling first
Don't want nothing to do with you

I'm putting tinfoil up on the windows
Lying down in the dark to dream
I don't want to see their faces
I don't want to hear them scream

Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation

Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation

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The Indifference of Heaven, bootleg version
written by Warren Zevon 1993 Zevon Music BMI

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
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                        Mick & Jerry
Billy and Christie don't--                                 Brad & Gwyneth
Bruce and Patti
don't--                                   Bruce & Demi
They don't live around here

I had a girl                                  (zevonfan1 note: I once suggested "Lyle and Julia" to Warren,
Now she's gone                                 but they were splitsville before he toured again..."that's the
She left town                                      trouble with relationships...they end too soon")
Town burned down
Nothing left
But the sound
Of the front door closing forever

Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life folds back
Into the sea
We contemplate eternity
Beneath the vast indifference of heaven

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Poor Poor Pitiful Me, bootleg version
Written By Warren Zevon
published by Warner-Tamerlane/Darkroom Music BMI, 1973

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 met a lovely Cleveland girl
I ain't naming names                                                 She took away my breath
She really worked me over good                             And she followed me to my hotel room
She was just like Jesse James                                  And beat me half to death
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

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