Directive

To all you fucked up people doing fucked up shit:
Stop now.

To the rest of you:
As you were.

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  1. Well, I went to the doctor
    I said, “I’m feeling kind of rough”
    He said, “I’ll break it to you, son (Warren sings, “Let me 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

    Warren Zevon: “My shit’s fucked up.”

    R.I.P., he said it better than me.

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  2. And Jeremy, thanks. Lea and I shared a good laugh this morning at your comment.

    Gerry: I had only the walkin’-around understanding of Warren Zevon (i.e. I knew “Werewolves of London”) until VH-1 did some specials on him after he got sick. He was a neat guy.

    ‘seester: It was fun. Glad you and Melanie each know who I’m talking about now.

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