Warren Zevon Album

written by Stefan Arngrim & Warren Zevon

Told my little Pollyanna
There's a place for you and me
We'll go down to Transverse City
Life is cheap and Death is free
Past the condensation silos
Past the all-night trauma stand
We'll be there before tomorrow
Pollyanna take my hand

Show us endless neon vistas
Castles made of laser lights
Take us to the shopping sector
In the vortex of the night
Past the shiny mylar towers
Past the ravaged tenements
To a place we can't remember
For a time we won't forget

Here's the hum of desperation
Heres the test tube mating call
Here's the latest carbon cycle
Here's the clergy of the mall
Here's the song of shear and torsion
Here's the bloodbath magazine
Here's the harvest of contusions
Here's the narcoleptic dream

Told my little Pollyanna
Here's a place where we can stay
We have come to see tomorrow
We have given up today
Down among the dancing quanta
Everything exists at once
Up above in Transverse City
Every weekend lasts for months

Here's the hum of desperation
Heres the test tube mating call
Here's the latest carbon cycle
Here's the clergy of the mall
Here's the witness and the victim
Here's the relatives' remains
Here's the well-known double helix
Here's the poisoned waves of grain
Here's the song of shear and torsion
Here's the bloodbath magazine
Here's the harvest of contusions
Here's the narcoleptic dream

by Warren Zevon

(4-Aminobiphenyl, hexachlorobenzene
Dimethyl sulfate, chloromethyl methylether
2, 3, 7, 8-Tetrachlorodibenzo-
para-dioxin, carbon disulfide)

(Dibromochloropane, chlorinated
benzenes, 2-Nitropropane, pentachlorophenol,
Benzotrichloride, strontium chromate
1, 2-Dibromo-3-chloropropane)

I went walking in the wasted city
Started thinking about entropy
Smelled the wind from the ruined river
Went home to watch TV

And it's worse when I try to remember
When I think about then and now
I'd rather see it on the news at eleven
Sit back, and watch it run straight down

Run straight down
Run straight down
I can see it with my eyes closed
Run straight down

We've been living in the shadows all our lives
Where it's stand in line and don't look back and don't look left and don't look
right
So we hide our eyes and wonder who'll survive
Waiting for the night...

Fluorocarbons in the ozone layer
First the water and the wildlife go
Pretty soon there's not a creature stirring
'Cept the robots at the dynamo

And it's worse when I try to remember
When I think about then and now
I'd rather see it on the news at eleven
Sit back, and watch it run straight down

Run straight down
Run straight down
I can see it with my eyes closed

by Warren Zevon

When I was young, times were hard
When I got older it was worse
First words I ever heard:
"Nobody move, nobody get hurt"

It's the long arm, it's the strong arm
It's the long arm of the law
It's the long arm, it's the strong arm
It's the long arm of the law

After the war in Paraguay
Back in 1999
I was laying low in Lima
Working both sides of the borderline

It's the long arm, it's the strong arm
It's the long arm of the law

You can run, but you can't hide...

Well, I have to live like a fugitive
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Someone's coming after me
And I'm running, running, yeah

Now, don't protest your innocence
Only the dead get off scot free
And when the judge says, "Whodunit?"

written by Warren Zevon

Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me
Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me

Well you can talk about your perestroika
And that's all right for you
But, Comrade Schevardnadze, tell me
What's a poor boy like me to do?

Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me
Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me

Well, we've been fightin' with the mujahaddin
Down in Afghanistan
Comrade Gorbachev, can I
Go back to Vladivostok, man?

Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me
Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me

(Russian lyrics-the friend of a friend says this might be a translation)
lost city on the red desert
I hear voices of enemies from everywhere
I miss my mother very much

"Village is lost in the red desert.
On all sides, silence of an enemy.
And we want to see our mothers." (that's another guess from another
friend-of-a-friend..thanks...)
(note from zevonfan1: I'm wondering...could this be Yevteshenko?)

Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me

written by Warren Zevon

I was counting on you
To stand by me
To see me through
I was counting on you

They moved the moon
While I looked down
When I looked away
They changed the stars around

I'm so confused
Don't know what to do
Don't know which way to turn
I was counting on you

They moved the moon
While I looked down
When I looked away
They changed the stars around

Can't you see me?
Can't you hear me now?
Don't you want a love that's true?
Don't you know my heart belongs to you?

I was counting on you
To stand by me
To see me through
I was counting on you

They moved the moon
While I looked down
When I looked away
They changed the stars around

They moved the moon
I feel so strange
While I looked down
Everything I depended on
When I looked away
Has been rearranged

written by Warren Zevon

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
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

written by Stefan Arngrim & Warren Zevon

There's a way to live that's right for us
Like Mayans in Manhattan and Los Angeles
I'm scaling up, I'm breaking down
And I'm doing lunch all over town

Networking, I'm user friendly
Networking, I install with ease
Data processed, truly Basic
I will upload you, you can download me

There's a long hard road and a full hard drive
And a sector there where I feel alive
Every bit and every byte
Is written down once on the night

Networking, I'm user friendly
Networking, I install with ease
Data processed, truly Basic
I will upload you, you can download me

There's a prayer each night that I always pray
Let the data guide me through every day
And every pulse and every code
Deliver me from the bypass mode

Networking, I'm user friendly
Networking, I install with ease
Data processed, truly Basic

written by Warren Zevon

It's 5:00 P.M. on a weekday, friend
There's one of me and two million of them
The whistle blows and the factories close
There's a million more commuters on the access roads
The brake lights flash--there's an RV crashed
I'm in the passing lane going nowhere fast
The traffic crawls and the engine stalls
I'm stuck on the edge of the urban sprawl

Gridlock
Up ahead
There's a line of cars as far as I can see
Gridlock
Goin' nowhere
Roll down the window, let me scream

Oh yeah, ain't it a shame
We're all jammed up at the interchange
The paramedics and the CHP
Wait impatiently for catastrophes
I'm spending half my days like this
I might as well be working on the midnight shift
The radio's tuned to the traffic news
And everybody's choking on monoxide fumes

Gridlock
Up ahead
There's a line of cars as far as I can see
Gridlock
Goin' nowhere
Roll down the window, let me scream
I can close my eyes and dream
I can close my eyes and dream
I can close my eyes and dream

It's 5:00PM on a weekday, friend
I'm going home but I don't know when
I hate this traffic and I hate this town
Gotta honk my horn, try to get around
I feel like going on a killing spree
Tomorrow I'm going on the RTD
The traffic crawls and the engine stalls
I'm stuck on the edge of the urban sprawl

Gridlock
Up ahead
There's a line of cars as far as I can see
Gridlock
Goin' nowhere
Roll down the window, let me scream

written by Warren Zevon

There's a brand new shopping center seven
storeys high
There's bound to be a sale or two--something
we can buy
There's four floors of pakrking and we're sure
to find a space
We'll spend all the money that the government
doesn't take

Down in the mall
I'll be your man
We'll go shopping , babe
It's something we can stand
Down in the mal
We will abide
Up on the escalator
Darling, we will ride

Shopping for a pair of shoes, shopping for a hat
We're buying some of this and we're buying
some of that
We'll shop up a storm 'til we can't shop no more
Then we're stopping off at the video store

Down in the mall
I'll be your man
We'll go shopping, babe
It's something we can stand
Down in the mall
We'll be allright
Monday throught Saturday
"Til nine o'clock at night

We're buying CD'sand we're buying lingerie
We'll put it on a charge account we're never
gonna pay
Department store, camera store, tobacco store,
appliance store
Sporting goods, oriental imports,
You buy everything you want and then you
want more

Down in the mall
I'll be your man
We'll go shopping, babe
It's something we can stand
Down in the mal
We will abide
Up on the escalator
Darling, we will ride

written by Warren Zevon

We keep walking away for no reason at all
And no one says a word
We were always so busy protecting ourselves
We never would have heard
And the rate of attrition for lovers like us
Is steadily on the rise
Nobody's in love this year
Not even you and I

Due to lack of commitment on both of our parts
We're going our separate ways
This show of indifference is breaking our hearts
It's making us crazy, yeah
You sit back and wait for your love to accrue
You'll be waiting a long, long time
Nobody's in love this year
Not even you and I

I don't want to be Mr. Vulnerable
I don't want to get hurt
I don't want to be Mr. Vulnerable
I don't want to be the one who gets left behind

We keep walking away for no reason at all
For the sake of being free
No one's invested enough of themselves
To yield to maturity
And the rate of attrition for lovers like us
Is steadily on the rise
Nobody's in love this year
Nobody wants to try
Nobody's in love this year
Not even you and I

I don't want to be Mr. Vulnerable
I don't want to get hurt
I don't want to be Mr. Vulnerable