Exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers Jewels cleaving skin between breasts
Your Cadillac breathes four hundred horses over blue lines
You are going to Reseda to make love to a model from Ohio Whose real name you don't know
You spin like the Cadillac was overturning down a cliff on television And the radio is on and the radioman is speaking And the radioman says women were a curse So men built Paramount studios And men built Columbia studios and men built Los Angeles
And the radioman says it is a beautiful night out there And the radioman says rock and roll lives And the radioman says it is a beautiful night out there in Los Angeles
You live in Los Angeles and you are going to Reseda
We are all in some way or another going to Reseda someday to die
And the radioman laughs because the radioman fucks a model too Gone savage for teenagers with automatic weapons and boundless love Gone savage for teenagers who are aesthetically pleasing In other words fly,
Los Angeles beckons The teenagers to come to her on buses, Los Angeles loves love
I am going to Los Angeles to build a screenplay about lovers who murder each other I am going to Los Angeles to see my own name on a screen Five feet long and luminous
As the radioman says it is 5 a.m. and the sun has charred The other side of the world and comeback to us And painted the smoke over our heads an imperial violet
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Songwriters: Michael Doughty / Mark Degliantoni / Yuval Gabay / Sebastian Steinberg
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
photo © Buzz Dixon
thanx to Richard Becker for the suggestion
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