Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Avenue A, Shanghai, Hollywood, artist - Jeffrey Lewis.
Date of issue: 29.10.2015
Record label: Rough Trade
Song language: English
Avenue A, Shanghai, Hollywood |
Once upon a time there was a princess man |
He had the special powers of the checkout scan |
He could price out any product from the UPCs |
But he couldn’t see the forest for the symmetries |
A perfect paranoia now engulfs my pets |
That I’m using them as simple social safety nets |
I wish this loneliness upon myself, I’m told |
Cause both puppy chow and vengeance aren’t just served cold |
Meeting with the neighbor traps you in a chat |
The dog is kind of bored until she lays down flat |
I just walk out and wander like a floating bag |
And a city dog can always get a hearty wag |
So face it, you can’t win, who has to try this hard? |
I guess the ace that’s in my sleeve is just a pity card |
But I know I rode a camel from this camera shot |
And I must’ve had some sexy times that I forgot |
I wait to fall in love, I wait to see Brazil |
I wait to see if plants survive my windowsill |
I wait to see the Northern lights I always missed |
Like chicken breast, it’s piled in my bucket list |
But with laughter and with pain that’s a broken heart |
When happy ever after is the way it starts |
But if there’s potholes in the rock and roll I tell |
At least it’s still a pothole on the road to hell |
Avenue A was once enthused I guess |
In retrospect compared to all this plywood mess |
Like a dog sits in depression touching chin to floor |
No one with a job has got the dough no more |
Now he’s packing heat and gigging in Shanghai |
And no one knows he’s secretly a famous guy |
An everlasting fire burns among the cancer smoke |
Like a journalist still asking «what is antifolk?» |
Anyone can catalogue the reasons here |
Any rationale can be a thing I think |
Any word of welcome can be sweet and clear |
With a hidden scammy virus in the hyperlink |
But tell us little stories till we feel more good |
Tell us little stories just like Hollywood |
Tell us little stories so the hours pass |
As we row to reach the island of the middle class |