The Man In Black....Ritter...now Robert Palmer.
Geez the world's taking a shit-kicking lately.
The Man In Black....Ritter...now Robert Palmer.
Geez the world's taking a shit-kicking lately.
...........Zevon, Bronson, Hines, White..............
We're losing our icons at an alarming rate, this death business has got to be stopped.
johnny cash...
i really loved his music.
the guy was a genius.
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Damn.....when did Robert Palmer die?
@ lilmiss.....Yeah, it's unbelievable how many of todays musical acts mention his name when asked who thier greatest influences are.
@ FC........just a few hours ago. In Paris. Heart attack.
Who is Zevon?...........Zevon, Bronson, Hines, White..............
Warren Zevon. Wrote a pile of songs for other artists such as Linda Ronstadt ( " Poor, Poor Pitiful Me " ) famous for signature song; " Werewolves Of London ".
Covered Dylan's " Knockin' On Heaven's Door " quite nicely.
My favourite lyric of his;
Well, I went to the doctor
I said, "I'm feeling kind of rough"
He said, "I'll break it to you, son
Your shit's fucked up."
I said, "my shit's fucked up?"
Well, I don't see how--"
He said, "The shit that used to work--
It won't work now."
I had a dream
Ah, shucks, oh, well
Now it's all fucked up
It's shot to hell
Yeah, yeah, my shit's fucked up
It has to happen to the best of us
The rich folks suffer like the rest of us
It'll happen to you
That amazing grace
Sort of passed you by
You wake up every day
And you start to cry
Yeah, you want to die
But you just can't quit
Let me break it on down:
It's the fucked up shit
Almost forgot....honorable mention to the song Life'll Kill Ya;
You've got an invalid haircut
It hurts when you smile
You'd better get out of town
Before your nickname expires
It's the kingdom of the spiders
It's the empire of the ants
You need a permit to walk around downtown
You need a license to dance
Life'll kill ya
That's what I said
Life'll kill ya
Then you'll be dead
Life'll find ya
Wherever you go
Requiescat in pace
That's all she wrote
From the President of the United States
To the lowliest rock and roll star
The doctor is in and he'll see you now
He don't care who you are
Some get the awful, awful diseases
Some get the knife, some get the gun
Some get to die in their sleep
At the age of a hundred and one
Life'll kill ya
That's what I said
Life'll kill ya
Then you'll be dead
Life'll find ya
Wherever you go
Requiescat in pace
That's all she wrote
Maybe you'll go to heaven
See Uncle Al and Uncle Lou
Maybe you'll be reincarnated
Maybe that stuff's true
If you were good
Maybe you'll come back as someone nice
And if you were bad
Maybe you'll have to pay the price
Life'll kill ya
That's what I said
Life'll kill ya
Then you'll be dead
Life'll find ya
Wherever you go
Requiescat in pace
That's all she wrote
...Hepburn and Hope...
Anna Lindh, foreign minister of Sweden.
BOT
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