The phone don't ring. And the sun refused to shine. Never thought I'd have to pay so dearly. For what was already mine. For such a long, long time. . We made mad love.
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.
written by Warren Zevon and P. Evans, c. 1970, United Artists/c. EMI Capitol Music Special Markets, 1996. . Oh, today I shot Ramona, Ma. She ain't gonna cheat on me.
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Eastern shores, they seemed so full of promise. Minarets, they'll lacerate the skyline. Opposing seas will drift into the harbour. Gods, they die with screams of Alexander.
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She comes and she goes. She ebbs and she flows. She is as water as elusive as the breeze. Everything I am is she. . I swear in the presence of God. That she is an angel.
Daddy says come and sit on my knee. Daddy says you're the only girl for me. 'cos amelia, you're daddy's favourite girl. Amelia, daddy loves his little girl.
It's no shot in the dark. And no trick of the lights. You tease me, adore me. Talking dirty, sitting pretty. Lay me down and annoint my wounds. Dust up, bust up, let's get down to the nitty-gritty.
It's never just a war of words. There's always some kind of hidden agenda. All you ever want from me. Is a white flag & a quiet surrender. This could be for ever more.
When the evening falls comes the sadness of the moon. And the deepest darkest ocean of your eyes. And the sorrow and regret in the whisper of your voice.
Lay down your arms and surrender to mine. Let me release you from your tangled skein. Burn down your temples and your holy shrines. Sift through the ashes for the truth that shines.
Gypsy in my blood. And I lie where the myth is sold. Cross my palm with silver. And I'll give you my heart of gold. . Steal away my crystal ball. And bring me in from the cold.
God. God is a bullet. And religion is a loaded gun. Prod poke push and pull it. Every zealot loco is some mother's son. It's coming down. It's coming down.
All my presence died today. I breathe to memories. Guess I'm closing down. Torn and tired of my heart's sound. What's worth to me. When life's not around.
Stand aside now no one will survice can't tell you how I know. In some time I will change my name and lay low. In the light you can see me walk down by the way.
Hear my thin voice. Hear my words fall down. See my ambitions fade out. Had so much better times. . At night. Walking on the tracks. Change my perspective.
So near. So close. Something bad is seen. But I. Seem to be. The only one that can see. There is a darkness coming. . And they. The others. They don't know a thing of what's next.
I dream of the past, so I can break through. The walls I have built inside. The thoughts I can't grasp. Transparent, see through. They constantly fight and collide.