Lyrics Cinematic - Erin McKeown

I begin with Culver City
Where the handsome faggots make pretty, pretty
Empty lots, secrets well kept
Nothing standing but the frame of a set
Some things are built to withstand regret

It was cinematic
How we loved
Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up!

She wore off like a prom dress
Heels a kickin′, short hair a mess
Painted nails for turning tricks
Throw something hard, something stick
Throw nothing, no, nothing slips

Tip and tuck down the 99
The pedal pushed down the entire time
You're running scared ′til your ceiling falls
Banging her head, wrists rubbed raw
Addicted to something we never saw

It was cinematic
How we loved
Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up!
Closeup
Yeah

Off the freeway Dreamland burns
The ultimate take in the land of returns
With a glycerine smile and a tear for tragedy
Something grand Judy left for me
Nothing more than box office history

It was cinematic
How we loved
Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up!
Closeup
Closeup
Yes, Closeup

I begin where Garland died
Looked like a child all her life
I begin where Garland died
Looked like a child all her life
So will I