Screenwriter's Blues - Soul Coughing
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
it is 5 am and you are listening to 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
it is 5 am and you are listening to Los Angeles
I am going to Los Angeles to built 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 am and the sun has charred the other side of the world and come back to us and painted the smoke over our heads
an imperial violet
it is 5 am and you are listening to Los Angeles.
You are listening
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
it is 5 am and you are listening to 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
it is 5 am and you are listening to Los Angeles
I am going to Los Angeles to built 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 am and the sun has charred the other side of the world and come back to us and painted the smoke over our heads
an imperial violet
it is 5 am and you are listening to Los Angeles.
You are listening