City of Angels (Phil Cool)
City of Angels (Phil Cool)
Impressions of a trip to LA
City of
In the city of
But everyone’s an actor
Desperate for direction
Poor players who will demonstrate
Their talents on the side walk
Who need a speech coach to talk
And are immune to rejection
A bunch a washed out has - beens
Livin on passed glories
Are acting out a scene from
Some imaginary movie
A bar room brawl is brewin
Then that’s what they’re good at doin
I swear they’re lookin at me
But they’re only looking through me
Right from the golden gate in
I worked my ways across to
But I just thought I’d phone in plenty a time to warn ya
That we’ll never strike gold in
All on down the boulavard
The scarecrows of the city are
Dancing to the mad tune
Written by their puppet masters
A broken generation
Just livin for sensation
Who have got the starring role in
Their own tale of disaster
And as the multi screened cathedral
Shows the latest of the greatest
The industry’s elite
Come to pay homage to the image
Ten thousand arms are swayin
To the god of fame they’re prayin
And they all wear white powder masks
To give themselves more courage
Guitar
Right from the golden gate in
I worked my ways across to
But I just thought I’d phone in a pleny a time to warn ya
That we’ll never strike gold in
All on down the boulevard
Freak shows goin in doors
They done everythin twice
And still they haven’t had their fun yet
And still out on the boulevard
Is theo in his leotard
Who leaps into his T bird
And rides off into the sunset
Above the city of
High among the eagles
While taking one last look down
On the vast suburban sprawl
The lady on the plane she say
Do you think you’ll be back some day?
I sink into my seat and say
Me?
No, not at all
Right from the golden gate in
I worked my ways across to
But I just thought I’d phone in plenty a time to warn ya
That you and I don’t stand a chance in