READ MORE: Enjoy Every Sandwich: The Biggest Warren Zevon Hitsĭuring a five-night residency at Los Angeles' Roxy Theatre, Zevon recruited Boulder, a Colorado band (whose debut included a cover of his "Join Me in L.A.)," as well as usual crew of guitarist David Landau and bassist Robert Pinto, and hit the road, ready to rumble for his Dog Ate the Part We Didn't Like tour. Dylan once told me he was doing it on tour with the Grateful Dead, which I thought was ironic, since the song is just a pale imitation of Dylan.40 years ago this month, Warren Zevon brought the house down in West Hollywood while recording his first live album Stand in the Fire. Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham were there - it's a longish story - and they started singing harmony.
Warren: I wrote it on the piano in my ex-in-laws' house in Aspen. Lindsey Buckingham & Stephanie Nicks harmonies I heard the General whispering to his aide-de-camp Hoping that the righteous might just might just might just come
You've been up all night listening for his drum Work all day, still can't pay the price of gasoline and meat He's been up all night listening to Mohammed's RadioĮverybody's desperate trying to make ends meet In walks the village idiot and his face was all aglow
You know, the sheriff's got his problems, too I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful Warren: this is actually quite an early song, and it helped forge my richly deserved if long-forgotten reputation as the foremost chronicler of Hollywood life in the '70s.Įverybody's restless and they've got no place to goīut don't it make you want to rock and roll These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar With these phonies in this Hollywood bar, They'd all like to spend the night with you Maybe you'll end up with someone different every nightĪll these people with no home to go home to You must try it again till you get it right Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles How're you going to make your way in the world, woman, The last verse was ad-libbed in the studio. It was inspired by Desmond Dekker's "Israelites" (which I sang an odd folk version of in Berkeley coffee houses for a while), for reasons that elude me now. Warren: I got ahold of a fiddle somewhere and wrote this tune while sawing on the open strings. The title was reviled by certain sanguinary New York critics, but I thought it sounded like John O'Hara. Warren: This song was so personal, I had to write it in the third person. Then he agrees he thinks she needs to be freeīy which she hopes to keep him on the limb She tells him nothing's working out the way they planned
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She tells him she thinks she needs to be free Mama couldn't be persuaded when my Granny pleaded with herĭaughter don't marry that gamblin' man. They all went to pieces when the bad luck hit He thought he had him a winning combination I said my mama couldn't be persuaded when they pleaded with her Mama couldn't be persuaded when they pleaded with her They'd all be offended at the mention stillĪnd my mama couldn't be persuaded when they pleaded with her She was twenty-one or two and she knew what she wanted Don and Phil invited us both to perform songs of our own with them, so I wrote this one in their honor. Warren: I got my first road gig playing piano behind The Everly Brothers. No one knows just where they came to be misunderstood Took the life of James the outlaw which he snuck up on and stole Robert Ford, a gunman, did exchange for his parole They rode against the railroads, and they rode against the banks So no amnesty was granted and as outlaws they did ride That Frank and Jesse finally learned to killĪfter Appomattox they were on the loosing side War broke out between the states and they joined up with Quantrill Two boys learned to rope and ride and be handy with a gun On a small Missouri farm back when the West was young
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