Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Los Angeles, I'm Yours, artist - The Decemberists. Album song Her Majesty The Decemberists, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 30.04.2009
Record label: Kill Rock Stars
Song language: English
Los Angeles, I'm Yours |
There is a city by the sea |
A gentle company |
I don’t suppose you want to And as it tells it’s sorry tale |
In harrowing detail |
Its hollowness will haunt you |
Its streets and boulevards |
Orphans and oligarchs it hears |
A plaintive melody |
Truncated symphony |
An ocean’s garbled vomit on the shore, |
Los Angeles, I’m yours |
Oh ladies, pleasant and demure |
Sallow-cheeked and sure |
I can see your undies |
And all the boys you drag about |
An empty fellow found |
From Saturdays to Mondays |
You hill and valley crowd |
Hanging your trousers down at heel |
This is the realest thing |
As ancient choirs sing |
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above |
Los Angeles I love |
Oh what a rush of wry belan (?) |
Languor on divans |
Dalliant and dainty |
But oh, the smell of burnt cocaine |
The dolor and decay |
It only makes me cranky |
Oh great calamity, |
Ditch of iniquity and tears |
How I abhor this place |
Its sweet and bitter taste |
Has left me wretched, retching on all fours |
Los Angeles, I’m yours |