paroles de chanson Los Angeles - James Talk

Two hundred years ago, we set out west
One oath at a time, a long game of telephone
You are our strangest echo, the promise of great American self-storage
Los Angeles, I love your red and white strip joints
Your car dealerships, your Bob Hope Hall of Patriotism
I love the greys of your fingernails, your slow sparklers
Of palm trees, your buildings silver and inscrutable
This constant haze as if a battle just ended and
You're bloodied asking, "Did we win? Did we win?"
Los Angeles, take off your sunglasses, roll your window
Down, I like it when you let your hair whip into knots
Los Angeles, even your salads glisten with fish and though
I know you dream of living forever, cancer looks good on you
Los Angeles, I love the ways you misunderstand
Me: Jew for blue, erosion for ocean
I'm rushing your Russians, I'm cold for your gold
When I tell you I'm married, all you say is, "I do"
When I say, "Don't get hurt," you hear, "Flirt harder"