Sometimes you get the feeling that Dylan’s just vomiting shit up onto his Smith-Corona and hoping it made sense. “You figure it out.” That sort of thing.
Everybody’s restless and they’ve got no place to go
Someone’s always trying to tell them
Something they already know
So their anger and resentment flowBut don’t it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed’s Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed’s RadioYou know, the Sheriff’s got his problems too
He will surely take them out on you
In walked the village idiot and his face was all aglow
He’s been up all night listening to Mohammed’s RadioDon’t it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed’s Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed’s RadioEverybody’s desperate trying to make ends meet
Work all day, still can’t pay the price of gasoline and meat
Alas, their lives are incompleteDon’t it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed’s Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed’s RadioYou’ve been up all night listening for his drum
Hoping that the righteous might just might just might just come
I heard the General whisper to his aide-de-camp
“Be watchful for Mohammed’s lamp”But don’t it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed’s Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed’s Radio
But Warren knew what he was doing.
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I usually tell this when Warren Zevon is the topic, but the last time I saw him, as is tipicle, he said it’s great to be back, and some obnoxious prick yells out “it’s great to be back in ‘insert local refrence here’.”
So he must have heard me, and he starts talking about the first time he was to the town he was a 14 year old who had run away from home.
You can’t hardly argue with authenticity like that.
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