La, LA or L.A. may refer to:
a mountain pass in Tibetan and Bhutanese languages
Plot
Jenny, a young American girl and aspiring writer, moves to the city of light envisioning a romantic Eiffel Towered Paris only to find herself sitting in a lonely apartment on the edge of town with a broken TV waiting with a French Moroccan boy who's waiting for his mysterious girlfriend to return and for a cable guy who may never come.
Dessert will not be served
Cascales: Can we swap roles?::Teodoro: What?::Cascales: I'll swap you my role for yours.::Teodoro: Yeah, sure. Of course. I overcame a degree in engineering, I get a fuckin' great job at Oklahoma, and now I give you my character, so that you can perhaps clean your ass with it. So, don't bugger, man, don't bugger.
Kid #1: Do you think that any knowledge we can get now at school, will be of a rank lesser to the spiritual assets we had been provided at church?::Kid #2: Probably.
Teodoro: Father. Are you aslept, father?::Jimmy: Eh?::Teodoro: Are you aslept?::Jimmy: No, son, course not, course not.::Teodoro: I remember mother, father.::Jimmy: But, don't you like the motorbike I bought you?::Teodoro: Yes, the bike is great, but that's a completely different thing. Don't you remember what I told you in the letters? I told you, "I'm eager to see you both when I get back". You both, I told you, mother and you. And then I come back and, you've killed her. Why did you kill her?::Jimmy: Because she was very bad.::Teodoro: But, father...::Jimmy: It's hard to tell this a son, but your mother was very bad. I've waited for you to be raised, and for you to have a good job. But now you have that post at Oklahoma, why do you want a mother?::Teodoro: I don't know but, as I'm beginning a sabbatical year with nothing to do...::Jimmy: But you're raiding a bike because of that. A bike with a sidecar, so you can see world. Because, you see, all the fucking day there at Oklahoma.
Plot
Choreographing and picking dancers for his new show whilst editing his feature film about a standup comic is getting to Joe Gideon. Without the chemical substances he wouldn't have the energy to keep up with his girl-friend, his ex-wife, and his special dancing daughter. Scenes from his past life start to encroach on the present and he becomes increasingly aware of his mortality. Think he's gonna die.
Keywords: 1940s, amphetamine, angel, angina, autograph, backstage, black-comedy, broadway-manhattan-new-york-city, cheating-on-girlfriend, choreographer
All that work. All that glitter. All that pain. All that love. All that crazy rhythm. All that jazz.
Joe Gideon: Sometimes I don't know where the bullshit ends and the truth begins.
Joe Gideon: To be on the wire is life. The rest is waiting. [Generally attributed to Karl Wallenda, who had died in a fall the year before the film came out]
Joe Gideon: It's show time, folks.
Angelique: Do you believe in love?::Joe Gideon: I believe in saying, "I love you."
Joe Gideon: Kate, I try to give you everything I can give.::Kate Jagger: Oh, you give all right; presents, clothes. I just wish you weren't so generous with your cock.::Joe Gideon: [pauses in thought] That's good. I can use that.
[repeated line]::Joe Gideon: It's showtime folks!
Victoria: Well, you're right. I'm terrible. I know I'm terrible. I look at the mirror and I'm ashamed. Maybe I should quit. I just can't seem to do anything right.::Joe Gideon: Listen. I can't make you a great dancer. I don't even know if I can make you a good dancer. But, if you keep trying and don't quit, I know I can make you a better dancer. I'd like very much to do that. Stay?::Victoria: Are you going to keep yelling at me?::Joe Gideon: Probably.
Audrey Paris: Quick. Tell me. What was the name of the girl in Philadelphia, the blonde with the television show?::Joe Gideon: Ah, the blonde with the television show. The blonde with the television show in Philadelphia? I remember that girl's name. I remember that girl's name because that girl meant something to me. The blonde with the television show - her name was Sweetheart!::Audrey Paris: [Audrey shakes her head] Uh-uh.::Joe Gideon: Honey?::Audrey Paris: Nope.::Joe Gideon: Baby. [introspective] I can't remember her name.::Audrey Paris: [frustrated] Dorothy. Her name was Dorothy!::Joe Gideon: Who cares? I can't remember her name.
Joe Gideon: No, nothing I ever do is good enough. Not beautiful enough, it's not funny enough, it's not deep enough, it's not anything enough. Now, when I see a rose, that's perfect. I mean, that's perfect. I want to look up to God and say, "How the hell did you do that? And why the hell can't I do that?"::Angelique: Now that's probably one of your better con lines.::Joe Gideon: Yeah, it is. But that doesn't mean I don't mean it.
Audrey Paris: [Reading from Joe's script] You see, Sammy, in California everybody needs a car. I got a friend who bought a Mercedes just to get to the bathroom.
Plot
Choreographing and picking dancers for his new show whilst editing his feature film about a standup comic is getting to Joe Gideon. Without the chemical substances he wouldn't have the energy to keep up with his girl-friend, his ex-wife, and his special dancing daughter. Scenes from his past life start to encroach on the present and he becomes increasingly aware of his mortality. Think he's gonna die.
Keywords: 1940s, amphetamine, angel, angina, autograph, backstage, black-comedy, broadway-manhattan-new-york-city, cheating-on-girlfriend, choreographer
All that work. All that glitter. All that pain. All that love. All that crazy rhythm. All that jazz.
Joe Gideon: Sometimes I don't know where the bullshit ends and the truth begins.
Joe Gideon: To be on the wire is life. The rest is waiting. [Generally attributed to Karl Wallenda, who had died in a fall the year before the film came out]
Joe Gideon: It's show time, folks.
Angelique: Do you believe in love?::Joe Gideon: I believe in saying, "I love you."
Joe Gideon: Kate, I try to give you everything I can give.::Kate Jagger: Oh, you give all right; presents, clothes. I just wish you weren't so generous with your cock.::Joe Gideon: [pauses in thought] That's good. I can use that.
[repeated line]::Joe Gideon: It's showtime folks!
Victoria: Well, you're right. I'm terrible. I know I'm terrible. I look at the mirror and I'm ashamed. Maybe I should quit. I just can't seem to do anything right.::Joe Gideon: Listen. I can't make you a great dancer. I don't even know if I can make you a good dancer. But, if you keep trying and don't quit, I know I can make you a better dancer. I'd like very much to do that. Stay?::Victoria: Are you going to keep yelling at me?::Joe Gideon: Probably.
Audrey Paris: Quick. Tell me. What was the name of the girl in Philadelphia, the blonde with the television show?::Joe Gideon: Ah, the blonde with the television show. The blonde with the television show in Philadelphia? I remember that girl's name. I remember that girl's name because that girl meant something to me. The blonde with the television show - her name was Sweetheart!::Audrey Paris: [Audrey shakes her head] Uh-uh.::Joe Gideon: Honey?::Audrey Paris: Nope.::Joe Gideon: Baby. [introspective] I can't remember her name.::Audrey Paris: [frustrated] Dorothy. Her name was Dorothy!::Joe Gideon: Who cares? I can't remember her name.
Joe Gideon: No, nothing I ever do is good enough. Not beautiful enough, it's not funny enough, it's not deep enough, it's not anything enough. Now, when I see a rose, that's perfect. I mean, that's perfect. I want to look up to God and say, "How the hell did you do that? And why the hell can't I do that?"::Angelique: Now that's probably one of your better con lines.::Joe Gideon: Yeah, it is. But that doesn't mean I don't mean it.
Audrey Paris: [Reading from Joe's script] You see, Sammy, in California everybody needs a car. I got a friend who bought a Mercedes just to get to the bathroom.
Plot
Choreographing and picking dancers for his new show whilst editing his feature film about a standup comic is getting to Joe Gideon. Without the chemical substances he wouldn't have the energy to keep up with his girl-friend, his ex-wife, and his special dancing daughter. Scenes from his past life start to encroach on the present and he becomes increasingly aware of his mortality. Think he's gonna die.
Keywords: 1940s, amphetamine, angel, angina, autograph, backstage, black-comedy, broadway-manhattan-new-york-city, cheating-on-girlfriend, choreographer
All that work. All that glitter. All that pain. All that love. All that crazy rhythm. All that jazz.
Joe Gideon: Sometimes I don't know where the bullshit ends and the truth begins.
Joe Gideon: To be on the wire is life. The rest is waiting. [Generally attributed to Karl Wallenda, who had died in a fall the year before the film came out]
Joe Gideon: It's show time, folks.
Angelique: Do you believe in love?::Joe Gideon: I believe in saying, "I love you."
Joe Gideon: Kate, I try to give you everything I can give.::Kate Jagger: Oh, you give all right; presents, clothes. I just wish you weren't so generous with your cock.::Joe Gideon: [pauses in thought] That's good. I can use that.
[repeated line]::Joe Gideon: It's showtime folks!
Victoria: Well, you're right. I'm terrible. I know I'm terrible. I look at the mirror and I'm ashamed. Maybe I should quit. I just can't seem to do anything right.::Joe Gideon: Listen. I can't make you a great dancer. I don't even know if I can make you a good dancer. But, if you keep trying and don't quit, I know I can make you a better dancer. I'd like very much to do that. Stay?::Victoria: Are you going to keep yelling at me?::Joe Gideon: Probably.
Audrey Paris: Quick. Tell me. What was the name of the girl in Philadelphia, the blonde with the television show?::Joe Gideon: Ah, the blonde with the television show. The blonde with the television show in Philadelphia? I remember that girl's name. I remember that girl's name because that girl meant something to me. The blonde with the television show - her name was Sweetheart!::Audrey Paris: [Audrey shakes her head] Uh-uh.::Joe Gideon: Honey?::Audrey Paris: Nope.::Joe Gideon: Baby. [introspective] I can't remember her name.::Audrey Paris: [frustrated] Dorothy. Her name was Dorothy!::Joe Gideon: Who cares? I can't remember her name.
Joe Gideon: No, nothing I ever do is good enough. Not beautiful enough, it's not funny enough, it's not deep enough, it's not anything enough. Now, when I see a rose, that's perfect. I mean, that's perfect. I want to look up to God and say, "How the hell did you do that? And why the hell can't I do that?"::Angelique: Now that's probably one of your better con lines.::Joe Gideon: Yeah, it is. But that doesn't mean I don't mean it.
Audrey Paris: [Reading from Joe's script] You see, Sammy, in California everybody needs a car. I got a friend who bought a Mercedes just to get to the bathroom.
Plot
Choreographing and picking dancers for his new show whilst editing his feature film about a standup comic is getting to Joe Gideon. Without the chemical substances he wouldn't have the energy to keep up with his girl-friend, his ex-wife, and his special dancing daughter. Scenes from his past life start to encroach on the present and he becomes increasingly aware of his mortality. Think he's gonna die.
Keywords: 1940s, amphetamine, angel, angina, autograph, backstage, black-comedy, broadway-manhattan-new-york-city, cheating-on-girlfriend, choreographer
All that work. All that glitter. All that pain. All that love. All that crazy rhythm. All that jazz.
Joe Gideon: Sometimes I don't know where the bullshit ends and the truth begins.
Joe Gideon: To be on the wire is life. The rest is waiting. [Generally attributed to Karl Wallenda, who had died in a fall the year before the film came out]
Joe Gideon: It's show time, folks.
Angelique: Do you believe in love?::Joe Gideon: I believe in saying, "I love you."
Joe Gideon: Kate, I try to give you everything I can give.::Kate Jagger: Oh, you give all right; presents, clothes. I just wish you weren't so generous with your cock.::Joe Gideon: [pauses in thought] That's good. I can use that.
[repeated line]::Joe Gideon: It's showtime folks!
Victoria: Well, you're right. I'm terrible. I know I'm terrible. I look at the mirror and I'm ashamed. Maybe I should quit. I just can't seem to do anything right.::Joe Gideon: Listen. I can't make you a great dancer. I don't even know if I can make you a good dancer. But, if you keep trying and don't quit, I know I can make you a better dancer. I'd like very much to do that. Stay?::Victoria: Are you going to keep yelling at me?::Joe Gideon: Probably.
Audrey Paris: Quick. Tell me. What was the name of the girl in Philadelphia, the blonde with the television show?::Joe Gideon: Ah, the blonde with the television show. The blonde with the television show in Philadelphia? I remember that girl's name. I remember that girl's name because that girl meant something to me. The blonde with the television show - her name was Sweetheart!::Audrey Paris: [Audrey shakes her head] Uh-uh.::Joe Gideon: Honey?::Audrey Paris: Nope.::Joe Gideon: Baby. [introspective] I can't remember her name.::Audrey Paris: [frustrated] Dorothy. Her name was Dorothy!::Joe Gideon: Who cares? I can't remember her name.
Joe Gideon: No, nothing I ever do is good enough. Not beautiful enough, it's not funny enough, it's not deep enough, it's not anything enough. Now, when I see a rose, that's perfect. I mean, that's perfect. I want to look up to God and say, "How the hell did you do that? And why the hell can't I do that?"::Angelique: Now that's probably one of your better con lines.::Joe Gideon: Yeah, it is. But that doesn't mean I don't mean it.
Audrey Paris: [Reading from Joe's script] You see, Sammy, in California everybody needs a car. I got a friend who bought a Mercedes just to get to the bathroom.
Plot
Choreographing and picking dancers for his new show whilst editing his feature film about a standup comic is getting to Joe Gideon. Without the chemical substances he wouldn't have the energy to keep up with his girl-friend, his ex-wife, and his special dancing daughter. Scenes from his past life start to encroach on the present and he becomes increasingly aware of his mortality. Think he's gonna die.
Keywords: 1940s, amphetamine, angel, angina, autograph, backstage, black-comedy, broadway-manhattan-new-york-city, cheating-on-girlfriend, choreographer
All that work. All that glitter. All that pain. All that love. All that crazy rhythm. All that jazz.
Joe Gideon: Sometimes I don't know where the bullshit ends and the truth begins.
Joe Gideon: To be on the wire is life. The rest is waiting. [Generally attributed to Karl Wallenda, who had died in a fall the year before the film came out]
Joe Gideon: It's show time, folks.
Angelique: Do you believe in love?::Joe Gideon: I believe in saying, "I love you."
Joe Gideon: Kate, I try to give you everything I can give.::Kate Jagger: Oh, you give all right; presents, clothes. I just wish you weren't so generous with your cock.::Joe Gideon: [pauses in thought] That's good. I can use that.
[repeated line]::Joe Gideon: It's showtime folks!
Victoria: Well, you're right. I'm terrible. I know I'm terrible. I look at the mirror and I'm ashamed. Maybe I should quit. I just can't seem to do anything right.::Joe Gideon: Listen. I can't make you a great dancer. I don't even know if I can make you a good dancer. But, if you keep trying and don't quit, I know I can make you a better dancer. I'd like very much to do that. Stay?::Victoria: Are you going to keep yelling at me?::Joe Gideon: Probably.
Audrey Paris: Quick. Tell me. What was the name of the girl in Philadelphia, the blonde with the television show?::Joe Gideon: Ah, the blonde with the television show. The blonde with the television show in Philadelphia? I remember that girl's name. I remember that girl's name because that girl meant something to me. The blonde with the television show - her name was Sweetheart!::Audrey Paris: [Audrey shakes her head] Uh-uh.::Joe Gideon: Honey?::Audrey Paris: Nope.::Joe Gideon: Baby. [introspective] I can't remember her name.::Audrey Paris: [frustrated] Dorothy. Her name was Dorothy!::Joe Gideon: Who cares? I can't remember her name.
Joe Gideon: No, nothing I ever do is good enough. Not beautiful enough, it's not funny enough, it's not deep enough, it's not anything enough. Now, when I see a rose, that's perfect. I mean, that's perfect. I want to look up to God and say, "How the hell did you do that? And why the hell can't I do that?"::Angelique: Now that's probably one of your better con lines.::Joe Gideon: Yeah, it is. But that doesn't mean I don't mean it.
Audrey Paris: [Reading from Joe's script] You see, Sammy, in California everybody needs a car. I got a friend who bought a Mercedes just to get to the bathroom.
Let's go have some drinks, find a girl maybe we will fall in love tonight, tonight, take your life away, you are so much fun, drop your drinks, destroy hospitals, I hope we get there in time.
I love the way L.A. sounds, I used to dream, I'm older now, you make me shake 'til I can't stand, I want to feel you again.
Take the next flight here, hold me close, don't let this end, take my life, take my life away.
I love the way L.A. sounds, I used to dream, I'm older now, you make me shake 'til I can't stand, I want to feel you again.
You again.
Odeon
Sky
Uncanny
Bushes are in disagreement with the heat
L.A.
Uncanny
Person
They have filled boulevards with white snow, scum-ball
L.A.
This is my happening and it freaks me out
Sumahama
There's a lover's leap in old Japan
Where the lovers walk along the sand
Hand in hand at Sumahama
Sumahama
Born a lovely oriental daughter
Never ever having met her father
Asks some questions of her mother
Tell me tell me mama
Will you ever go again to Sumahama
Perhaps you'll find love there
Somewhere between the Earth the sky and water
There at Sumahama
Sumahama
In the autumn as the leaves are falling
One can almost hear the lovers calling
From the sea at Sumahama
Sumahama
Years have past and tears have long since dried
But no amount of time could hope to hide
A love so strong from Sumahama
Tell me tell me mama
Will you go with me back to Sumahama
Perhaps you'll find him there
Somewhere between the Earth the sky and water
There at Sumahama
Sumahama
Soko auku esoru tota chika
Tenay taio toa de daorita
Kero nino shioui hama
Itso itso mama
Sumahama ni
Itso maka iku no
Sugi ta io
Sogashi ni u mi nuka naka Sumahama
Sumahama
There's a lover's leap in old Japan
Where the lovers walk along the sand
Hand and hand at Sumahama
Sumahama
Paki niki no maga kiroyoni
Sabi shiko kana shekoino da
Sumahama no mi tara
Instrumental
All the roads lead to L.A.
The place to meet Jesus
And make friends with Mary-Jane
If you`ve got music on your brain
Well here`s the right place
To get into the game
Cause we all want the same
Yeah we all want the star with our name
All the roads lead to L.A.
You worshippers of sunshine
You Ceasers of the day
If you`ve got something to say
Here`s room for everyone
Black, white, straight or gay
Cause we all want he same
Yeah we all want a star with our name
Yeah all the roads lead to L.A.
Let`s drive into the desert
And dance the night away
Do you remember how to play?
Wake up kid inside you
And catch the next wave
Cause we all want the sam
Yeah we all want a star with our name
Welcome to L.A.
The gentleman's in the lane
Spinning his hat on a cane
Stepping out, out for a change
Good morning all, it's a beautiful day
The generals are winning the war
Seemed suicidal before you came along
Now, now
I'll protect you, long as you'll stay
Morning had to come, I'd be walking in the sun
Living in the day
But last night I was about to throw it all away
If patience started a band
I'd be her biggest fan
Look at me, I'm talking to you
I don't want the lead in your play
The star's just a part of the scene
The gentleman in green
Paying off, out on the street
I can't go home, it's not on my way
Things I've never done, cars parked in the sun
Living in the day
But last night I was about to throw it all away
Last night I was about to throw it all away
Last night I was about to throw it all away
All the hunnies in the bathroom stalls
Drawing their lips and making business calls
All the apathetic trust fund boys
Making the rounds in their expensive toys
I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
I don't wanna lose you tonight
I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
And all of the bright lights Oh, all of the bight lights
You can hang under the
Prada sign
While you're walking your dog on Rodeo Drive
You can surgically remove your soul
While you dream of your leading role
I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
I don't wanna lose you in the sun
I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
And all of the big fun
Oh, all of the big fun
Oh, how it starts irritate
Yeah Oh, that's ok 'cause the weather is great
Oh, everday, yeah
You might need a lawyer for your friends
Hit all the spots 'cause he can get you in
Introduce yourself to glam rock stars
Give 'em a ride in your electric car
I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
I don't wanna lose you in the sun
I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
And all of the big fun I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
I don't wanna lose you tonight
I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
To L.A. And all of the bright lights
Oh, all of the bight lights
All the hunnies in the bathroom stalls
And all the apathetic trust fund boys
Temptation was too strong
To look but avoid touch
So we gave into what we wanted
We gave into so much
We took a little glimse
Passed each other by
Don't ask me to explain
It's been strange for a while
You'll tell me what I wanna hear
And I'll know that it's a lie
I had the chance to let go
Could have missed the pain
But I know
It wasn't a mistake
Chorus:
'Cause what we need to realize
Is that it took us by surprise
We shouldn't turn away
From the things we need to say
Now I'm stuck here with a choice
'Cause I need to hear your voice
This foolish pride is killing me
Now that I'm looking back
I have no regrets
I somehow I feel let down
From the things that I expect
The right time is gonna come
But maybe not just get
I had the chance to let go (We could have gone our seperate ways)
Could have missed the pain (Know that I've seen better days)
But I know (There's this feeling inside that won't go away)
It wasn't a mistake
you said you don't want to do it
you don't want to move to L.A.
and i remember how sad you were that day
when i told you i was going anyways
you said how could do it leave me in this old town
with only one wanted to marry but now your gone
did the summer mean nothing to you at all?
i said of course it did it meant everything to me
but baby understand i got to leave before the times runs out
do you know what im talking about?
were only 23 but soon will be 25 i want to swim in the ocean before i
but baby girl i wish you would come with me
but you said you don't want to do it you don't want to move to L.A.
and i remember how sad you were that day
when i told you i was going anyways
you said how could do it leave me in this old town
with only one wanted to marry but now your gone
did the summer mean nothing to you at all
i said how could you not want to see Hollywood
with all the beaches and the houses we could
invest a dime and get a little place of our own
i know its not cheap but with this suit and this tie
i can get a job and we can start our lives
will be living like the people in the movies just wait and see
you said you don't want to do it you don't want to move to L.A.
and i remember how sad you were that day
when i told you i was going anyways
you said how could do it leave me in this old town
with only one wanted to marry but now your gone
did the summer mean nothing to you at all
after all this debating i think you were right
that we shouldn't try to run from the problems in our lives
and what the hell was i thinking i could never leave
and im sad i couldn't swim in the ocean but i got to swim in your pool
with you
even though its not the place in my dreams
then again what else could i need
i said i don't want to do i don't want to move to L.A.
and i remember how happy you were that day
when i told you that i was going to stay
you said i knew you couldn't do i knew couldn't leave me in this town
im the one you wanted and if you never lived in this town you never
would have found me
In a matter of time,
There'll be a friend of mine
Gonna come to the coast,
You're gonna see him
Up close for a minute or two
While the ground cracks under you.
By the look in your eyes
You'd think that it was a surprise
But you seem to forget
Something somebody said
About the bubbles in the sea
And an ocean full of trees.
And you now, L.A.
Uptight,
city in the smog,
city in the smog.
Don't you wish that
you could be here too?
Don't you wish that
you could be here too?
Don't you wish that
you could be here too?
Well, it's hard to believe
So you get up to leave
And you laugh at the door
That you heard it all before
Oh it's so good to know
That it's all just a show for you.
But when the suppers are planned
And the freeways are crammed
And the mountains erupt
And the valley is sucked
Into cracks in the earth
Will I finally be heard by you.
L.A.
Uptight,
city in the smog,
city in the smog.
Don't you wish that
you could be here too?
Don't you wish that
you could be here too?
Don't you wish that
When the sun burns it's not out of revenge,
Merely an assertion of dominance,
Or maybe definition through omnipresence,
This city has it's own life in a literal sense,
The Industry, the Industry,
Talk to me please,
You've surely seen the movies of the people on their knees,
The imitation of life exacted on a screen,
It's no surprise as Hollywood controls all of the means
Cruising in the afternoon in your rented car,
We're taking it past Western on the Boulevard,
We're gonna sip our sodas with the posers on Vermont,
But I don't give a shit,
It's on another plane I'm on,
I don't give a shit,
It answers why I'm here,
Nothing as contrived as culture or career,
We're living in the limbo that's become the DMZ,
Where voices of the future call the voice of history
Cruising in the afternoon, indulging in the signs,
I'm burning every strip mall in places in my mind,
The crippling visions,
So easy comes the hate,
Rice and beans and sour cream are blurring on my plate,
Stagger down Pico,
Step on every crack,
Sweat and smog concoction glues my shirt to my back,
7-11s help to keep my mind clear,
Pretty girl on every corner
sunshine turns the sky to gold
warm, warm, its always warm here
i can't take the cold
street littered with diamonds
everyone is glistening
this whole world shines so brightly
i can't see a thing
she's pretty as a picture
she is like a golden ring
circles me with love and laughter
an i can't feel a thing
sky's gonna open
poeple gonna pray and crawl
it's gonna rain down fire
it's gonna burn us all
the skys gonna open
poeple gonna pray and sing
i can't feel a thing
she's pretty as a picture
she is like a golden ring
circles me with love and laughter
an i can't feel a thing
sky's gonna open
poeple gonna pray and crawl
it's gonna rain down fire
it's gonna burn us all
skys gonna open
people gonna pray and sing
i can't feel a thing
Let's blow this taco stand
This cultural wasteland
L.A., I've taken all I can
Your sunshine burns me
Your traffic drives me
Crazy
You beautiful women
All legs and silicone
They're custom-built for sin
Every day at the gym,
Work out, stay thin
Oh my, just
Look at the shape you're in
Never mind about the nights out drinking
The cocaine binging
The lack of thinking
Whoa, my brain is shrinking,
Everyday
Surfer boy rock out
But the witch I can do without
This is no place for me,
There's no doubt
Pale skin and good taste
My mind is a shame to waste
Oh Lord, there must be a better place
Where the streets ain't paved with gold
Where twenty-five ain't considered too old
Where they've got weather that's hot and cold
Sunshine happniess in Studio City
The time in are favorite place is going too fast
The time we spent here is already in the past
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. go today
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. its a date
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. say hoorah
Pool out back
Yard out front
Happy Dogs happy dogs
Universal Studios
In'n'Out
Sunstet Boulevard
The big car wash hand
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. go today
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. its a date
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. say hoorah
Sunshine happieness in Studio City
Movies stars in hollywood
Staples center
Sushi restaurant
And the yellow balloon
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. go today
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. its a date
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. say hoorah
Sunshine City going around
Oh wow the flu is getting me down
How can you live in the rain or snow
When you can live in L.A.
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. go today
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. its a date
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. say hoorah
L.A. L.A. makes your troubles go away
L.A. L.A. its the day
L.A. L.A. why's everyone going away
Los Angeles
Los Angeles
Los Angeles
Los Angeles
Sunshine happniess in Studio City
The time in are favorite place is going too fast
The time we spent here is already in the past
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. go today
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. its a date
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. say hoorah
Pool out back
Yard out front
Happy Dogs happy dogs
Universal Studios
In'n'Out
Sunstet Boulevard
The big car wash hand
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. go today
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. its a date
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. say hoorah
Sunshine happieness in Studio City
Movies stars in hollywood
Staples center
Sushi restaurant
And the yellow balloon
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. go today
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. its a date
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. say hoorah
Sunshine City going around
Oh wow the flu is getting me down
How can you live in the rain or snow
When you can live in L.A.
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. go today
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. its a date
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. say hoorah
L.A. L.A. makes your troubles go away
L.A. L.A. its the day
L.A. L.A. why's everyone going away
Los Angeles
Los Angeles
Los Angeles
I'm from L dot A dot California hot
Days got shade let me take you 'round the way
Lot of out-of-towners can't handle this city
Where you wear the wrong color and it can get tricky
But that was eighty-six and, things done changed
We a lot mo' evolved with the way that we bang
Not the rips and the dawgs, man the smog might kill ya
But you ain't gotta worry if you stayin' north of Wilshire
Don't be scared of Crenshaw, the Slausson super-mall
Or Earl's Hot Dogs man you gotta do it y'all, c'mon
Come to the hood where we do the most good
Magic Johnson be ownin' everything like he should
Lynnwood, Long Beach, Hawthorne, Gardena
From the towers in Watts, to the hills of Alta Dena
The home of the traffic and that gangbang culture
And I hope the way we do the damn thang don't insult ya
I'm from L.A. ah, Southern California
Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody
And the game is fame, do every thang with a bang
And everybody wanna know, what set you claim
I'm from L.A. ah, Southern California
Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody
And the game is fame, do every thang with a bang
And everybody wanna know, what set you claim
The land where the six-fo's, hop up and get low
Your favorite rapper gettin' jacked for more than his sick flows
Home of the pornos, we mess up award shows
The weather's always warm so the women wear short clothes
Our beaches ain't the cleanest but the ah, is the greenest
And we got the blonde bombshells and sick Latinas
Then mix in the dark-skinned light-skinned sisters
Where you never have to wear your triple goose on Christmas
You can miss us with the blizzards and the winters
The hurricanes unless it's in some glasses with some actresses
Perfect frame, silicone or real it don't matter if she paid for it
Every single trend you can probably thank L.A. for it
Bandanas, facelifts, quick trips to Vegas
White t-shirt, Chuck Taylors or them K-Swiss
Poplockin', Crip walkin', chronic blunts, G-Funk
A place that everybody hate, but you gotta see once
I'm from L.A. ah, Southern California
Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody
And the game is fame, do every thang with a bang
And everybody wanna know, what set you claim
I'm from L.A. ah, Southern California
Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody
And the game is fame, do every thang with a bang
I am one,
In this place,
No one feels my disgrace.
I am one in this room
No one sees, but I see you
...wanted
...lost me
...finally
...L.A.
I've been there,
Nights unseen
Dusk will breathe,
...hiding me
And every breath, of every hour
Tells me how I've lost the power...
...help me
...watch me
...Secada...
In my room it's still the same
In my mind I'll move again
In my eyes it's sheets of pain
In my size, I'll be again...L.A...
All the hunnies in the bathroom stalls
Drawing their lips and making business calls
All the apathetic trust fund boys
Making the rounds in their expensive toys
I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
I don't wanna lose you tonight
I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
And all of the bright lights Oh, all of the bight lights
You can hang under the
Prada sign
While you're walking your dog on Rodeo Drive
You can surgically remove your soul
While you dream of your leading role
I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
I don't wanna lose you in the sun
I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
And all of the big fun
Oh, all of the big fun
Oh, how it starts irritate
Yeah Oh, that's ok 'cause the weather is great
Oh, everday, yeah
You might need a lawyer for your friends
Hit all the spots 'cause he can get you in
Introduce yourself to glam rock stars
Give 'em a ride in your electric car
I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
I don't wanna lose you in the sun
I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
And all of the big fun I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
I don't wanna lose you tonight
I don't wanna lose you to L.A.
To L.A. And all of the bright lights
Oh, all of the bight lights
All the hunnies in the bathroom stalls
And all the apathetic trust fund boys
In L.A., L.A. La la la laa
The sun's coming up in the sky
I'm watching the birds passing on by
It makes me wanna cry
It makes me wanna cry
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
I'm lying face upon the ground
Watching the clouds running around
It makes me feel so high
It makes me feel so high
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la (la la la la)
La la la la (la la la la)
La la la la (la la la la)
La la la la (la la la la)
La la la la (la la la la)
La la la la (la la la la)
One day this trip will surely end
And there's no need to start again
One day this trip will surely end
And there's no need to start again
so leave it all behind
(leave it all behind)
leave it all behind
Oh, here?s a story about a boy named Jay
Nothing he did would ever get in my way
But there?s still a long, long way to go
I?ve only ever seen his face on film
I?ve only ever heard the lines he?d say
But still they won?t get in my way
I?m always told to be the dreamer kind
Wake up one morning and your dreams are life
Never let them bring you down
Never let them tear me down
I always thought that I would follow you
Every place and everything you do
But I?m happy to be by myself
I don?t need no one else
He?s never ever seen my face before
I?m trying hard 'cause this I can?t ignore
But there?s still a long, long way to go
I?m always told to be the dreamer kind
Wake up one morning and your dreams are life
Never let them bring you down
Never let them tear me down
I always thought that I would follow you
Every place and everything you do
But I'm happy to be by myself
I don?t need no one else
All my dreams are built around your face
And this place
All the times of staring at the sun
You?re the one
All my dreams are built around your face
And this place
All the times of staring at the sun
You?re the one
I?m always told to be the dreamer kind
Wake up one morning and your dreams are life
Never let them bring you down
Never let them tear me down
I always thought that I would follow you
Every place and everything you do
But I?m happy to be by myself
I don?t need no one else
I?m always told to be the dreamer kind
Wake up one morning and your dreams are life
Never let them bring you down
Never let them tear me down
I always thought that I would follow you
Every place and everything you do
But I'm happy to be by myself
[Snoop Dogg:]
West Coast whaa whaa wha what
[Nelly]
This shit right here homie
Shit right here
Straight west coasting
[Snoop Dogg]
Whaa whaa wha West west Coast coast coast
Nephew
Go Hard
[Chorus x2: Nelly]
Switch 1 (switch 1) raise it up
Switch 2 (switch 2) make the back end up
Switch 3 (switch 3) work it side to side
Switch 4 (switch 4) make it a ? ride
Ya heard me
[Verse 1: Nelly]
I just touched down at this LAX
I'm looking for these girls on this LAX
Trying to find them niggas with that LA best
Dodging them niggas with that LA Stress
See I'm a visitor I'm a LA guest
I got to be aware on how the LA dress
Cause if it comes down I might get LA stretched
I ain't trying to be a trophy on no LA desk
Some niggas walk up tossing LA sets
I guess this supposed to be some type of LA test
Better watch the girls with the LA chest
Alot of plastic in those LA breasts (hahahaha)
I hit the crenshaw where they LA stunt
Seen a lot of 64's and LA trucks
Seen a lot of girls with them LA butts
A lot of niggas with them dickies and chucks (ya feel me)
[Chorus x2: Nelly, Snoop Dogg]
Switch 1 (switch 1) raise it up
Switch 2 (switch 2) make the back end up
Switch 3 (switch 3) work it side to side
Switch 4 (switch 4) make it a ? ride
Ya heard me
[Verse 2: Nelly]
Yo I spend a lot of time on this LA coast
Out here trying to do the LA most
Showfer driven phantom like a LA ghost
In the back with a drink take a LA toast
I spend a lot of time in them LA heels
With them models actresses and them LA heels
To my lawyers office for a LA deal
Cut the check for some LA kneels
Now I'm off to roadao just to LA shop
Still getting dirty looks from some LA cops
You than thought since Rodney King LA stopped
When they burn the LA watts
I send a lot of love to my LA brothers
My latinos and my negroes in them LA colors
My blessings go out to those LA mothers
Know that nelly is an LA lover
[Chorus x2: Nelly, Snoop Dogg]
Switch 1 (switch 1) raise it up
Switch 2 (switch 2) make the back end up
Switch 3 (switch 3) work it side to side
Switch 4 (switch 4) make it a ? ride
Ya heard me
[Verse 3: Nate Dogg]
Guess who just stepped in the place (the midwest)
It's your OG homie Nate (all day)
My homie snoop and nelly (La)
And we all up in your face (all day)
Different questions everyday (the midwest)
I got my answer in my way (all day)
Yeah they all got something to say (LA)
From st. louis to La (all day)
[Chorus x2: Nelly, Snoop Dogg]
Switch 1 (switch 1) raise it up
Switch 2 (switch 2) make the back end up
Switch 3 (switch 3) work it side to side
Switch 4 (switch 4) make it a ? ride
Ya heard me
In a matter of time, there'll be a friend of mine, gonna
come to the coast, you're gonna see him up close for a
minute or two
While the ground cracks under you
By the look in your eyes you'd think that it was a
surprise
But you seem to forget something somebody said about the
bubbles in the sea
And an ocean full of trees, and you now…
L.A.
Uptight
City in the smog
Don't you wish that you could be here too?
Well, it's hard to believe, so you get up to leave, and
you laugh at the door that you heard it all before
Oh it's so good to know that it's all just a show for you
But when the suppers are planned, and the freeways are
crammed, and the mountains erupt, and the valley is
sucked into cracks in the earth
In a matter of time,
There'll be a friend of mine
Gonna come to the coast,
You're gonna see him
Up close for a minute or two
While the ground cracks under you.
By the look in your eyes
You'd think that it was a surprise
But you seem to forget
Something somebody said
About the bubbles in the sea
And an ocean full of trees.
And you now, L.A.
Uptight, city in the smog, city in the smog.
Don't you wish that you could be here too?
Don't you wish that you could be here too?
Don't you wish that you could be here too?
Well, it's hard to believe
So you get up to leave
And you laugh at the door
That you heard it all before
Oh it's so good to know
That it's all just a show for you.
But when the suppers are planned
And the freeways are crammed
And the mountains erupt
And the valley is sucked
Into cracks in the earth
Will I finally be heard by you.
L.A.
Uptight, city in the smog, city in the smog.
Don't you wish that you could be here too?
Don't you wish that you could be here too?
The girls last words were a perfect kiss
She knows a place that I can't resist
I finally made it to the sunset strip
Palm trees beaches and junky needles
Pin up gangsters and pre fat beatles
The little pills, that make you feel okay
and those west coast girls
let 'em drown in pearls
LA, LA, LA'AAA, LA
(bah da buh buh ba ba ba)
Botox, Face lifts and suicides
Skin so stretched the women look surprised
Filthy clean white colar crimeless break?
The promise land of milk and decup honey
All the flowers kind of smell like money
Above this smog I think it might be sunnier
and all those westcoast girls
live in disney world
LA (all this water not a drop to drink)
LA (what you say is never what you think)
LA'AAAAAAA
LA (bah da buh buh ba ba ba)
California Screaming
California Screaming
LA(california), LA (california), LA'AAAAA, LA
(bah da buh buh ba ba ba)
LA (all this water not a drop to drink)
LA (what you say is never what you think)
LA'AAAAAAA
LA (bah da buh buh ba ba ba)
There's a city in the west of the USA
It's the city of the angels, called L. A.
Girls look pretty and the air is tastin' sweet
California dreams, in anyone you meet
There's no yesterday, we're livin' for today
California, we are here to stay
Hey you, yes we're going down
It's been a long way coming back to L. A.
It must be heaven, for an angel never weeps
They forget about time and don't care about satin
sheets
No one's unhappy and it hits you right away
You can let it go, thumbs up for LA.
85° degrees, souls never freeze
California, we are here to stay
Hey you, yes we're going down
It's been a long way coming back to L. A.
85° degrees, souls never freeze
California, we are here to stay
Hey you, yes we're going down
It's been a long way coming back to L. A.
Hey you, yes we're going down