Transverse City
Stefan Arngrim & Warren Zevon
© 1989 Dark Victory Twins (BMI)/Zevon Music Inc. (BMI)
Jerry Garcia: Guitar
Warren Zevon: Keyboard
John Patatucci: Bass
Richie Hayward: Drums
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 light
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
Here’s 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
Here’s 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
Here's the hum of desperation
Run Straight Down
Warren Zevon
© 1989 Zevon Music (BMI)
David Gilmour: Guitar
Waddy Wachtel: Acoustic Guitar
Warren Zevon: Keyboard
Bob Glaub: Bass
Richie Hayward: Drums
J.D. Souther: Harmony
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
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...
Run straight down
Fluorocarbons in the ozone layer
(Run straight down)
First the water and the wildlife go
(I can see it with my eyes closed)
Pretty soon there's not a creature stirring
(Run straight down)
'Cept the robots at the dynamo
(Run straight down)
And it's worse when I try to remember
(Run straight down)
When I think about then and now
(I can see it with my eyes closed)
I'd rather see it on the news at eleven
(Run straight down)
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
Run straight down
Run straight down
I can see it with my eyes closed
Run straight down
Run straight down
Run straight down
I can see it with my eyes closed
Run straight down
Run straight down
Run straight down
I can see it with my eyes closed
Run straight down
Run straight down
Run straight down
I can see it with my eyes closed
Run straight down
The Long Arm Of The Law
Warren Zevon
© 1989 Zevon Music (BMI)
Warren Zevon: Guitar and Keyboard
Chick Corea: Piano
Bob Glaub: Bass
Richie Hayward: Drums
Warren Zevon and Jordan Zevon: Harmony
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 long arm), it's the strong arm (it’s the strong arm)
It's the long arm of the law (it’s the arm of the law)
It's the long arm, (it’s the long arm), it's the strong arm (it’s the strong arm)
It's the long arm of the law (it’s the 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 long arm), it's the strong arm (it’s the strong arm)
It's the long arm of the law (it’s the arm of the law)
It's the long arm, (it’s the long arm), it's the strong arm (it’s the strong arm)
It's the long arm of the law (it’s the arm of the law)
It's the long arm, (it’s the long arm), it's the strong arm (it’s the strong arm)
It's the long arm of the law (it’s the arm of the law)
It's the long arm, (it’s the long arm), it's the strong arm (it’s the strong arm)
It's the long arm of the law (it’s the arm of the law)
You can run, but you can't hide... (you can’t hide)
Well, I have to live like a fugitive (It’s the long arm, it’s the strong arm)
Oh yeah, oh yeah (It’s the long arm of the law)
Someone's coming after me (It’s the long arm, it’s the strong arm)
And I'm running, running, yeah (It’s the long arm of the law)
Now, don't protest your innocence
Only the dead get off scot free
And when the judge says, "Whodunit?"
You'll be crying, "Not me! NOT ME!"
Turbulence
Warren Zevon
© 1989 Zevon Music (BMI)
Warren Zevon: Guitar and Keyboard
Bob Glaub: Bass
Richie Hayward: Drums
J.D. Souther: Harmony
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 mujahideen
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
Turmoil back in Moscow
Brought this turbulence down on me
Turmoil back in Moscow
Brought this turbulence down on me
(Russian lyrics - 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.
(Tubulence down on me)
On all sides, silence of an enemy.
(Tubulence down on me)
And we want to see our mothers."
Turmoil back in Moscow
Turbulence down on me
Turmoil back in Moscow
Turbulence down on me
Turmoil back in Moscow
Turbulence down on me
Turmoil back in Moscow
Turbulence down on me
Turmoil back in Moscow
Brought this turbulence down on me
Turmoil back in Moscow
Brought this turbulence down on me
Turmoil back in Moscow
Brought this turbulence down on me
Turmoil back in Moscow
Brought this turbulence down on me
They Moved the Moon
Warren Zevon
© 1989 Zevon Music (BMI)
Jerry Garcia: Guitar
Warren Zevon: Keyboard
Jack Casady: Bass
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, I'm so confused, 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 know me anymore?
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
They changed the stars around
I was counting on you
They moved the moon
I feel so strange
While I looked down
Everything I depended on
When I looked away
Has been rearranged
They changed the stars around
I was counting on you
They moved the moon
I feel so strange
While I looked down
Everything I depended on
When I looked away
Has been rearranged
They changed the stars around
I was counting on you
Splendid Isolation
Warren Zevon
© 1989 Zevon Music (BMI)
Warren Zevon: Guitar, Piano and Harmonica
Mike Campbell: Guitar
Bob Glaub: Bass
Richie Hayward: Drums
Neil Young: Harmony
I want to live alone in the desert
I want to be like Georgia O'Keeffe
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
Splendid Isolation
Networking
Stefan Arngrim & Warren Zevon
© 1989 Dark Victory Twins/Zevon Music Inc. (BMI)
Waddy Wachtel: Guitar
Benmont Tench: Organ
Warren Zevon: Keyboard
Howie Epstein: Banjo and Mandolin
Jorge Calderón: Bass and Harmony
Richie Hayward: Drums
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 am user friendly
Networking, I install with ease
Data processed, truly Basic
I will upload you, you can download me
It'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 am 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 am user friendly
Networking, I install with ease
Data processed, truly Basic
I will upload you, you can download me
Networking, I am user friendly
Networking, I install with ease
Data processed, truly Basic
I will upload you, you can download me
Gridlock
Warren Zevon
© 1989 Zevon Music Inc. (BMI)
Neil Young: Lead Guitar
Warren Zevon: Guitar and Keyboard
Jorma Kaukonen: Acoustic Guitar and Harmony
Jack Casady: Bass and Harmony
Richie Hayward: Drums
Jorge Calderón: Harmony
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
Hey! Hey! Let’s get moving.
Hey! Hey! Let’s get moving
Hey! Hey! Let’s get moving
Hey! Hey! Let’s get moving
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Down In The Mall
Warren Zevon
© 1989 Zevon Music (BMI)
David Lindley: Lap Steel Guitar, Saz, Oud and Harmony
Warren Zevon, Guitar and Keyboard
Howie Epstein: Bass
Richie Hayward: Drums
There's a brand new shopping center seven storeys high
There's bound to be a sale or two--there’s something we can buy
There's four floors of parking and we're sure to find a space
We'll spend all the money that the government doesn't take
Goin’ 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 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
And 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 alright
Monday through Saturday
‘Til nine o'clock at night
We're buying CD's and 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 mall
We will abide
Up on the escalator
Darling, we will ride
Down in the mall
Down in the mall
Down in the mall
Down in the mall
Nobody's In Love This Year
Warren Zevon
© 1989 Zevon Music Inc. (BMI)
Waddy Wachtel: Guitar
Mike Campbell: Guitar and Mandolin
Warren Zevon: Keyboard
Mark Isham: Fluegelhorn
Bob Glaub: Bass
Richie Hayward: Drums
J.D. Souther: Harmony
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
I don't want to be the one who gets left behind
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
Rob Jaczko: Miscellaneous Percussion
BONUS TRACK from REISSUE of 2003:
Networking (Acoustic Version)
Stefan Arngrim & Warren Zevon
© 1989 Dark Victory Twins/Zevon Music Inc. (BMI)
Warren Zevon: Guitar and Harmonica
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 am 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 of every byte
Is written down once on the night
Networking, I am 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 am user friendly
Networking, I install with ease
Data processed, truly Basic
I will upload you, you can download me
I’m networking, I am user friendly
Networking, I install with ease
Data processed, truly Basic
I will upload you, you can download me