Текст песни Los Angeles - Philip Labes

I packed a bag at just eighteen
My eyes alive with hopes and dreams
Of music and the silver screen
To the prettiest, wittiest, shittiest town I've ever seen

Los Angeles you bright and beautiful town
Where the dog-walkers want to be famous and the mayor's a clown
Where it takes twenty minutes for folks to say "where are they now"
Still the magic is hard to resist...

Of Los Angeles, where the weather is fine
But you won't feel the heat or the sweetness on Sunset and Vine
Where careers start when you're born, and end at twenty-nine
Still the magic is hard to resist

Every day you spend in LA at least the sun's gonna shine
Even the broke have the beach and a smoke, so you're having a pretty good time

Los Angeles, meet a friend hit the bar
You can hike to the moon you can step on the stars
You can live half your life sitting at a red light in your car
Still the magic is hard to resist

Los Angeles, make it big when you break
Where the people are plastic and the burgers are fake
And everyone's dreaming all day even though they're awake
Still the magic is hard to resist

Schemers, and beamers, and pre-teen streamers, and studios on every side
Fast cars, and porn stars, and Hollywood boulevard
And accidents and managers and cameras and cannabis

Los Angeles, oh you're so fine
Full of people who worry that somehow they're falling behind
Every day is the same, and everyone's out of their mind

Still the magic is hard to resist
For the folks who are lost or adrift
Maybe here we can prove we exist
Los Angeles