In time nobody will recall the howling of werewolves, London or the name of Queens Maybe it's the price we all pay for dreaming Maybe it's the closeness of our ages when you passed The eighth was always a black day when the ocean fell silent and the dolphin all wept I live where your heroes once roamed Frank and Jesse James of Missouri I wish I had the answers to life and death or even enough faith to believe that I could ever find the answer or understand if I did So today Hasten down the wind will become your epitath and I'll listen by my door for the sound of your footsteps _________________
"Werewolves of London" is one of my favorite songs of all time. Long live Zevon!
Reviewed by Charles McKenzie (Reader)
Reviewed on September 8, 2003
Thanks for doing this...it's a fucking shame he's gone so soon.
Reviewed by ***** ********* (Reader)
Reviewed on September 8, 2003
The next time I'm walking the streets of SoHo in the rain with a Chinese menu in my hand, lookin' for Lee Ho Fook's and a big dish of beef chow mein, I'll remember the "Excitable Boy"... me and the other werewolves will be howlin' for ya Warren! THANK YOU, William Haynes, for writing this tribute to a true original! It makes an unrepentant rocker like me proud! Draw blood!
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From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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