Warren Zevon - The French Inhaler Lyrics






How're you going to make your way in the world
When you weren't cut out for working
When your fingers are slender and frail
How're you going to get around
In this sleazy bedroom town
If you don't put yourself up for sale

Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles
Who's gonna know who you are
Drugs and wine and flattering light
You must try it again till you get it right
Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night

All these people with no home to go home to
They'd all like to spend the night with you
Maybe I would, too

But tell me
How're you going to make your way in the world, woman
When you weren't cut out for working
And you just can't concentrate
And you always show up late

You said you were an actress
Yes, I believe you are
I thought you'd be a star
So I drank up all the money,
Yes, I drank up all the money,
With these phonies in this Hollywood bar,
These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar

Loneliness and frustration
We both came down with an acute case
And when the lights came up at two
I caught a glimpse of you
And your face looked like something
Death brought with him in his suitcase

Your pretty face
It looked so wasted
Another pretty face
Devastated
The French Inhaler
He stamped and mailed her
"So long, Norman"
She said, "So long, Norman"





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  1. J.... C....

    It sucks that this guy croaked.
    He was awesome on The Larry Sanders Show.

  2. J.... �....

    Lyrics
    How're you going to make your way in the world
    When you weren't cut out for working
    When your fingers are slender and frail
    How're you going to get around
    In this sleazy bedroom town
    If you don't put yourself up for sale
    Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles
    Who's gonna know who you are
    Drugs and wine and flattering light
    You must try it again till you get it right
    Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night
    All these people with no home to go home to
    They'd all like to spend the night with you
    Maybe I would, too
    But tell me
    How're you going to make your way in the world, woman
    When you weren't cut out for working
    And you just can't concentrate
    And you always show up late
    You said you were an actress
    Yes, I believe you are
    I thought you'd be a star
    So I drank up all the money,
    Yes, I drank up all the money,
    With these phonies in this Hollywood bar,
    These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar
    Loneliness and frustration
    We both came down with an acute case
    And when the lights came up at two
    I caught a glimpse of you
    And your face looked like something
    Death brought with him in his suitcase
    Your pretty face
    It looked so wasted
    Another pretty face
    Devastated
    The French Inhaler
    He stamped and mailed her
    "So long, Norman"
    She said, "So long, Norman"

  3. R.... M....

    What a masterpiece this entire album is.i can’t think of anything I’ve heard or read period that sums up that whole deadening, depressed vibe of the mid 70’s when people realised the changes they hoped would transform society never really panned out. Warren himself has been described as, “the Sam Peckinpah of rock”. Well if that’s true, then this suburb album is his, The Wild Bunch.

  4. M.... E....

    It's 2019, Warren, and you're still relevant as fuck.

  5. I.... G....

    miss you every day man....

    I.... G....

    It's had to enjoy every sandwich the way we did.

  6. K.... Q....

    for me the best Zevon song & record ever, on so many levels. . .

    K.... Q....

    It IS Zevonian Perfection

  7. B.... ....

    My God Of Music, my golden-haired Legend, IS ALIVE and well...ROCKIN' it like the Absolute he IS....making another Reality more REAL....just as he did here. The Irreplaceable One, Warren Zevon was merely ON LOAN to us, for Perfection cannot be held in thrall forever, bound to a single Reality. Perfection MUST be allowed to be Universal. And so HE LIVES, for such an Incandescent Spirit as his is INCAPABLE of simply fading away. He LIVES, my God and Legend....out there, Somewhere, On The Edge Of Dreams....

  8. k.... h....

    Genius!