Searching For A Heart
Warren Zevon
© 1991 Zevon Music, administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI)
Performed by Don Henley
Don Henley: Vocal
Waddy Wachtel: Electric Guitar
James Raymond: Piano
Benmont Tench: Hammond Organ
Jorge Calderón: Bass
David Kemper: Drums
Donny Gerrard and Mark Philpart: Vocals
Darkness in the morning
Shadows on the land
Certain individuals
Aren't sticking with the plan
And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun
Leaving in the evening
Traveling at night
Staying inconspicuous
I'm staying out of sight
And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun
They tell me love requires a little standing in line
And I've been waiting for you, lover, for a long, long time
I've been pacing the floor
I've been watching the door
Meanwhile I'll keep searching for a heart
I’ve been searching high and low for you
Trying to track you down
Certain individuals
Have finally come around
And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun
They tell me love requires a little standing in line
And I've been waiting for you, lover, for a long, long time
I've been pacing the floor
I've been watching the door
Meanwhile I'll keep searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun
Searching for a heart
Werewolves Of London
LeRoy P. Marinell, Waddy Wachtel and Warren Zevon
© 1975 Zevon Music (BMI) and Polite Music (ASCAP)
Performed by Adam Sandler
Adam Sandler: Vocal
Waddy Wachtel: Electric Guitars and Vocals
Jorge Calderón: Bass, Vocals and Tambourine
Mick Fleetwood: Drums
Donny Gerrard and Mark Philpart: Vocals
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein
Ahh-hhooooo Werewolves of London Ahh-hhooooo
Ahh-hhooooo Werewolves of London Ahh-hhooooo
If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
Ahh-hhooooo Werewolves of London Ahh-hhooooo
Ahh-hhooooo Werewolves of London Ahh-hhooooo
He's the hairy handed gent who ran amok in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
You better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
Hah! I'd like to meet his tailor
Ahh-hhooooo Werewolves of London Ahh-hhooooo
Ahh-hhooooo Werewolves of London Ahh-hhooooo
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the Werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the Werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a piña colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect Dit!
Ahh-hhooooo Werewolves of London Ahh-hhooooo
Ahh-hhooooo Werewolves of London Ahh-hhooooo
Ahh-hhooooo Werewolves of London Ahh-hhooooo
Ahh-hhooooo Draw blood Ahh-hhooooo
Reconsider Me
Warren Zevon
© 1987 Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by Steve Earle and Reckless Kelly
Steve Earle: Vocals and Electric Guitar
Willy Braun: Vocals
Cody Braun: Electric Mandolin
David Abeyta: Electric Guitar
Jay Nazz: Drums
Jimmy McFeely: Bass
If you're all alone
And you need someone
Call me up
And I'll come running
Reconsider me
Reconsider me
If it's still the past
That makes you doubt
Darlin', that was then
And this is now
Reconsider me
Reconsider me
And I'll never make you sad again
Cause I swear that I've changed since then
And I promise that I'll never make you cry
Let's let bygones
Be forgotten
Reconsider me
Reconsider me
Reconsider me
Reconsider me
You can go and be
What you want to be
And it'll be alright
If we disagree
I'm the one who cares
And I hope you'll see
That I'm the one who loves you
Reconsider me
Let's let bygones
Be forgotten
Reconsider me
Reconsider me
And I'll never make you sad again
'Cause I swear that I've changed since then
And I'll never make you sorry if you'll try
And I'll never make you sad again
'Cause I swear that I've changed since then
And I promise that I'll never make you cry
And I'll never make you sad again
'Cause I swear that I've changed since then
Poor Poor Pitiful Me
Warren Zevon
© 1973 Warner-Tamerlane/Darkroom Music (BMI)
Performed by Jackson Browne and Bonnie Raitt
Jackson Browne: Vocal
Bonnie Raitt: Vocal and Slide Guitar
Waddy Wachtel: Electric Guitars
Jorge Calderón: Bass and Maracas
Rick Marotta: Drums
Benmont Tench: Piano
Jamaica Rafael: Violin
I'd lay my head on the railroad track
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 the Vieux Carré
Down in Yokohama
She picked me up and she threw me down
I said, “Please don’t hurt me, mama.”
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
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
My Ride’s Here
Warren Zevon & Paul Muldoon
© Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen: Acoustic Guitar and Vocal
Dan Federici: Accordion
Soozie Tyrel: Violin
Steve Van Zandt: Mandolin
I was staying at the Marriott
With Jesus and John Wayne
I was waiting for a chariot
They were waiting for a train
The sky was full of carrion
"I'll take the mazuma"
Said Jesus to Marion
“That's the 3:10 to Yuma
My ride's here..."
My ride's here...
My ride's here...
My ride's here...
The Houston sky was changeless
We galloped through bluebonnets
I was wrestling with an angel
You were working on a sonnet
You said, "I believe the seraphim
Will gather up my pinto
And carry us away, Jim
Across the San Jacinto
My ride's here..."
My ride's here...
My ride's here...
My ride's here...
Shelley and Keats were out in the street
And even Lord Byron, he was leaving for Greece
While back at the Hilton, last but not least
Milton was holding his sides
He said, "You bravos had better be ready to fight
Or we'll never get out of East Texas tonight
The trail is long and the river is wide
And my ride's here"
I was staying at the Westin
I was playing to a draw
When in walked Charlton Heston
With the Tablets of the Law
He said, "It's still the Greatest Story" I said, "Man, I'd like to stay
But I'm bound for glory
I'm on my way
My ride's here..."
My ride's here...
My ride's here...
My ride's here...
My ride's here...
My ride's here...
My ride's here...
My ride's here...
Lawyers, Guns And Money
Warren Zevon
© 1978 Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by The Wallflowers
Jakob Dylan: Guitar and Vocals
Fred Eltringham: Drums
Rami Jaffee: Keyboards
Brendan O’Brien: Guitars, Hurdy-Gurdy and Vocals
Greg Richling: Bass
Well, I went home with the waitress
The way I always do
How was I to know
She was with the Russians, too
I was gambling in Havana
Yeah, I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money
Warren, get me out of this Hah!
I am the innocent bystander
But somehow I got stuck
Between a rock and a hard place
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck
Yeah, I'm down on my luck
I'm hiding in Honduras
I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns and money
The shit has hit the fan Hey!
Send lawyers, guns and money
Send lawyers, guns and money
I am the innocent bystander
But somehow I got stuck
Between a rock and a hard place
And I'm down on my luck
Well, I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck
Well, I'm down on my luck
Studebaker
Warren Zevon
© Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by Jordan Zevon
Jordan Zevon: Piano and Vocals
Waddy Wachtel: Acoustic Guitar
Jorge Calderón: Bass
David Lindley: Lap Steel
Noah Shain: Drums
Jordan Summers: Organ
Evan Frankfort: Guitar and Percussion
Jakob Dylan, Kim Shattuck and Lori Denae: Backing Vocals
I left my home in Monterey, just another low-prospects man
I'd rather work in the foundry than put fishes in the can
I'm thirty-five and I haven't traveled far
And I've spent all my money on this misbegotten car
I'm up against it all like a leaf against the wind
And this Studebaker keeps on breakin’ down again
My Studebaker keeps on breakin’ down again
I thought I'd go to Fresno just to see my friend
But my damn Studebaker keeps on breakin’ down again
I was speeding south on ninety-nine when the manifold started smokin'
I ran her off the shoulder, and now the axle's broken
It made a sound that cracked my heart in half
With only half a half pint of vodka left
I'm up against it all like a leaf against the wind,
And this Studebaker keeps on breakin’ down again,
My Studebaker keeps on breakin’ down again
I thought I'd go to Fresno just to see my friend
But this damn Studebaker keeps on breakin’ down again
My Studebaker keeps on breakin’ down again
My Studebaker keeps on breakin’ down again
I thought I'd go to Fresno just to see my friend
But my damn Studebaker keeps on breakin’ down again
The Wind
Warren Zevon and Jorge Calderón
©Zevon Music (BMI) & Googolplex Music (BMI)
Performed by Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton: Vocal
Jorge Calderón: Acoustic Guitar, Tres and Vocals
Waddy Wachtel: Electric Guitar
Reggie Hamilton: Upright Bass
Michito Sanchez: Percussion
The wind is laughing through the trees
Laughing with me, not at me
‘Round here when the wind blows hard
You start forgetting who you are
Around here when it rains, it pours
Even the bobolink goes indoors
You’ll be forgotten but you won’t forget
Come along with me; you’ll just get wet.
Arizona’s so hot and dry
Dreamt-up rivers and mountains rise
A old car’s left to rest and rust
“Come down with me,” says the dust.
Out here on a stormy night
Amidst the clouds and crackling light
Time’s a foe and time’s a friend
“Come along with me,” says the wind.
Arizona’s filled with ghosts
The San Joaquin, my gracious host
Through the rain, the wind and dust
To the arms of Jesus.
Splendid Isolation
Warren Zevon
© 1989 Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by Pete Yorn
Pete Yorn: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Drums and Harmonica
Evan Frankfort: Guitar
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
But 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
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
Mutineer
Warren Zevon
© 1995 Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by Bob Dylan (and his band)
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Hoist up the mainsail - here I come
Ain't no room on board for the insincere
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
I was born to rock the boat
Some might sink but we will float
Grab your coat - let's get out of here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
Used to be we laughed at shadows
Lightning flashed and thunder followed us
It could never find us here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
Long ago we laughed at shadows
Lightning flashed and thunder followed us
It could never find us here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
I was born to rock the boat
Some may sink but we might float
Grab your coat - let's get out of here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse
Warren Zevon & Duncan Aldrich
© 1995 Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by David Lindley and Ry Cooder
David Lindley: Guitar, Fiddle and Vocals
Ry Cooder: Guitars and Vocals
Jorge Calderón: Bass and Vocals
Jim Keltner: Drums
Well, Hell is only half full
There’s room for you and me
I’m looking for a new fool
Who's it gonna be?
It's the Dance of Shiva
It's the Debutante’s Ball
And everyone will be there
Who's anyone at all
Monkey wash donkey rinse
Going to a party in the center of the earth
Monkey wash donkey rinse
Honey, do you want to go?
Monkey wash donkey rinse
Going to a party in the center of the earth
Monkey wash donkey rinse
Honey, do you want to go?
Left eye, right eye
Take a look around
Everybody's heading
For a hole in the ground
And it's the Dance of Shiva
It's the Twilight of the Gods
Thunder and lightning
'Til the break of dawn
Monkey wash donkey rinse
Going to a party in the center of the earth
Monkey wash donkey rinse
Honey, do you want to go?
Monkey wash donkey rinse
Going to a party in the center of the earth
Monkey wash donkey rinse
Honey, do you want to go?
Monkey wash donkey rinse
Going to a party in the center of the earth
Monkey wash donkey rinse
Honey, do you want to go?
Don’t Let Us Get Sick
Warren Zevon
© Zevon Music (BMI)
Performed by Jill Sobule
Jill Sobule: Guitar and Vocals
Hungry March Band: Brass
Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight
The sky was on fire
When I walked to the mill
To take up the slack in the line
I thought of my friends
And the troubles they've had
To keep me from thinking of mine
The moon has a face
And it smiles on the lake
And causes the ripples in Time
I'm lucky to be here
With someone I like
To maketh my spirit to shine
Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight
Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight
Ain’t That Pretty At All
Leroy P. Marinell & Warren Zevon
©1982 Tiny Tunes (ASCAP)/Zevon Music, Inc. (BMI)
Performed by Pixies
Frank Black: Vocals and Guitar
Kim Deal: Vocals and Bass Guitar
Joey Santiago: Guitar
David Lovering: Drums
Well, I've seen everything that there is to see
And I've heard everything that they had to say
I've done everything that I wanted to do . . .
Yeah, I done that, too
And it ain't that pretty at all
It ain't that pretty at all
Going to throw myself against the wall
'Cause I'd rather feel bad than not feel anything at all
I just came back from a short vacation, Jordan
Going down the Erie Love Canal
How'd you like it, Kimmie?
Well, it ain't that pretty at all
No, it ain't that pretty at all
It ain't that pretty at all
Gonna throw myself against the wall
'Cause I'd rather feel bad than not feel anything at all
Now, I’m gonna get a good running start and throw myself against the wall...
Oh, here I come...AAAHHHHH
I've been to Paris
And it ain't that pretty at all
I've been to Rome
Hey, guess what?
I’m gonna throw myself against the wall, stand at the Louvre Museum in Paris, France
I’m gonna throw myself against the wall
'Cause I'd rather feel bad than not feel anything at all
‘Cause it ain't that pretty at all
It ain't that pretty at all
It ain't that pretty at all
Ain't that pretty at all
Ain’t that pretty at all
Ain't that pretty at all
Ain’t that pretty at all
Ain’t that pretty at all
Keep Me In Your Heart
Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderón
© Zevon Music (BMI)/Googolplex Music (BMI)
Performed by Jorge Calderón and Jennifer Warnes
Jorge Calderón: Vocal
Jennifer Warnes: Vocal
Waddy Wachtel: Acoustic Guitar
David Lindley: Bazouki
Reggie Hamilton: Upright Bass
Jim Keltner: Drums
Peter Kent: Violin
Matt Funes: Viola
Karie Prescott: Viola
Larry Corbett: Cello
Rudi Stein: Cello
Shadows are falling and I’m running out of breath
Keep me in your heart for a while
If I leave you, it doesn’t mean I love you any less
Keep me in your heart for a while
When you get up in the morning and you see that crazy sun
Keep me in your heart for a while
There’s a train leaving nightly called when all is said and done
Keep me in your heart for a while
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo
Keep me in your heart (Keep me in your heart)
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo
Keep me in your heart for a while
Sometimes when you’re doing simple things around the house
Maybe you’ll think of me and smile (Keep me in your heart)
You know I’m tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Keep me in your heart for a while
Hold me in your thoughts, take me to your dreams
Touch me as I fall into view
When the winter comes, keep the fires lit
And I will be right next to you
Engine driver’s headed north to Pleasant Stream
Keep me in your heart for a while (Keep me in your heart)
These wheels keep turning but they’re running out of steam
Keep me in your heart for a while
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo
Keep me in your heart (Keep me in your heart)
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo
Keep me in your heart for a while
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo
Keep me in your heart (Keep me in your heart)
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo
Keep me in your heart for a while
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo
Keep me in your heart (Keep me in your heart)
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo
Keep me in your heart for a while
Keep Me In Your Heart
Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderón
© Zevon Music (BMI)/Googolplex Music (BMI)
(Instrumental)
String Quartet arranged and conducted by Van Dyke Parks