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The Decemberists - Los Angeles, I'm Yours Lyrics

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  • 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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