City of Angels  (Phil Cool)

Impressions of a trip to LA

 

City of Angels

 

In the city of Angels

No one ever is one

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 San francisco

I worked my ways across to Colorado

But I just thought I’d phone in plenty a time to warn ya

That we’ll never strike gold in California  

 

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 San francisco

I worked my ways across to Colorado

But I just thought I’d phone in a pleny a time to warn ya

That we’ll never strike gold in California  

 

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 Angels

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 San francisco

I worked my ways across to Colorado

But I just thought I’d phone in plenty a time to warn ya

That you and I don’t stand a chance in California

At all