Mother, please be proud.
There is a city by the sea
A gentle company
I don't suppose you want to?
&as it tells its sorry tale
In harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
Its streets and boulevards,
Orphans, and oligarchs
&here's a plaintive melody
A truncated symphony.
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore:
Los Angeles, I'm yours.
O ladies, pleasant and demure
Sallow cheek'd and sure
(I can see your undies)
And all the boys you drag about
An empty, fallow fount
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, my love.
O what a rush of ripe elan!
Languor on divans
Dalliant and dainty!
But the smell of burnt cocaine,
The dolor and decay
It only makes me cranky.
O, great calamity
Den of iniquity and tears,
How I abhor this place!
Its sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched, wretching on all fours
Los Angeles, I'm yours.
A gentle company
I don't suppose you want to?
&as it tells its sorry tale
In harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
Its streets and boulevards,
Orphans, and oligarchs
&here's a plaintive melody
A truncated symphony.
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore:
Los Angeles, I'm yours.
O ladies, pleasant and demure
Sallow cheek'd and sure
(I can see your undies)
And all the boys you drag about
An empty, fallow fount
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, my love.
O what a rush of ripe elan!
Languor on divans
Dalliant and dainty!
But the smell of burnt cocaine,
The dolor and decay
It only makes me cranky.
O, great calamity
Den of iniquity and tears,
How I abhor this place!
Its sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched, wretching on all fours
Los Angeles, I'm yours.