The French Inhaler
Warren Zevon Lyrics


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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"

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Warren Zevon’s “The French Inhaler” provide an insightful perspective into the struggles of a woman who has been exploited by the entertainment industry. Through its vivid imagery, the song portrays the difficulties of a person trying to make a living in an industry that only values external beauty, youthfulness, and sex appeal. The opening verse conveys the sense of helplessness and confusion that the woman feels in a world that demands that she leverage her physical attributes to succeed. The song also touches on issues of substance abuse and loneliness as the woman grapples with her unrealized ambitions.


The chorus emphasizes the woman's despair and insecurity. It highlights the woman's cynicism with the system as she resorts to drugs and alcohol, hoping to mask her pain and disappointment. The verse also paints a picture of the mercurial nature of the entertainment industry, where success is fleeting, and one must continuously strive to achieve it.


The final verse is a poignant reflection of the woman's struggle with her own identity. She recognizes that she is nothing more than another pretty face that has been destroyed by the cut-throat environment of Hollywood. The title of the song, “The French Inhaler,” refers to a type of cocaine delivery device, which symbolizes the woman's addiction to drugs.


Overall, “The French Inhaler” is a hauntingly beautiful meditation on a person's struggle with their identity and the seductive nature of Hollywood.


Line by Line Meaning

How're you going to make your way in the world
How will you succeed in life


When you weren't cut out for working
Since working is not your forte


When your fingers are slender and frail
When your fingers are weak and delicate


How're you going to get around
How will you travel


In this sleazy bedroom town
In this town of promiscuity


If you don't put yourself up for sale
If you don't prostitute yourself


Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles
Where will your illusionary life take you


Who's gonna know who you are
Who will recognize you


Drugs and wine and flattering light
A lifestyle of drug use, alcohol and pretense


You must try it again till you get it right
Keep trying until you make it


Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night
You may have a new lover each night


All these people with no home to go home to
All the homeless people


They'd all like to spend the night with you
They all desire to be with you


Maybe I would, too
Maybe I would want to as well


But tell me
But answer me


How're you going to make your way in the world, woman
How will you succeed in life, woman


When you weren't cut out for working
Since working is not your forte


And you just can't concentrate
And you are unable to focus


And you always show up late
And you are always tardy


You said you were an actress
You claimed to be an actor


Yes, I believe you are
I trust you are telling the truth


I thought you'd be a star
I believed you had potential to be very successful


So I drank up all the money,
So I spent all the money


Yes, I drank up all the money,
Yes, I spent all the money


With these phonies in this Hollywood bar,
With these fake people in this bar


These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar
These acquaintances of mine in this bar


Loneliness and frustration
Feelings of isolation and exasperation


We both came down with an acute case
We both suffered greatly from it


And when the lights came up at two
And when the lights came on at two in the morning


I caught a glimpse of you
I saw you briefly


And your face looked like something
And your face resembled something


Death brought with him in his suitcase.
Death took with him in his suitcase.


Your pretty face
Your attractive face


It looked so wasted
It appeared exhausted and haggard


Another pretty face
Another attractive face


Devastated
Destroyed


The French Inhaler
The lover who used drugs


He stamped and mailed her
He used and discarded her


"So long, Norman"
"Goodbye, Norman"


She said, "So long, Norman"
She replied, "Goodbye, Norman"




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: WARREN ZEVON

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