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THE DECEMBERISTS lyrics : "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 its 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

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