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pecuniumToday is Warren Zevon's birthday. I suppose it's still his birthday, though he's not using it these days.
He died back in 2003. Had he not died (of mesothelioma)he would be sixty. He had a way, subtle, dark and vicious, of putting commentary in songs. He gave great concert, and I wish I'd seen more than one of them.
I've done karaoke twice in my life, both times, oddly enough, with the Army involved (in some small way). The first time, a slight bit in my cups, I sang Blood Sweat and Tears, "When I Die".
The other time, was after Zevon died, and it was Knocking on Heaven's Door, which Zevon covered on his last album, long after he'd found out he was going to die, in fact it was long after it was evident he was going to be dying soon.
We're all dying, some of us are more aware of it than others.
But for all of us, even the most prepared, it comes too soon; and none of us ever manage to tell our friends and loved ones how we truly feel (hell, most of us fail to tell our enemies how we feel, and we have more passion [even when we have less feeling] for them).
So reach out and touch your friends, hug your loved ones and kiss your lovers, we don't get enough time to do any of those things, or as he told Letterman, "Enjoy every sandwich."
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
He died back in 2003. Had he not died (of mesothelioma)he would be sixty. He had a way, subtle, dark and vicious, of putting commentary in songs. He gave great concert, and I wish I'd seen more than one of them.
I've done karaoke twice in my life, both times, oddly enough, with the Army involved (in some small way). The first time, a slight bit in my cups, I sang Blood Sweat and Tears, "When I Die".
The other time, was after Zevon died, and it was Knocking on Heaven's Door, which Zevon covered on his last album, long after he'd found out he was going to die, in fact it was long after it was evident he was going to be dying soon.
We're all dying, some of us are more aware of it than others.
But for all of us, even the most prepared, it comes too soon; and none of us ever manage to tell our friends and loved ones how we truly feel (hell, most of us fail to tell our enemies how we feel, and we have more passion [even when we have less feeling] for them).
So reach out and touch your friends, hug your loved ones and kiss your lovers, we don't get enough time to do any of those things, or as he told Letterman, "Enjoy every sandwich."
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
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Date: 2007-01-28 08:13 pm (UTC)