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Leaving LA
(专辑: Pure Comedy - 2017)
I
was living on the
hill By the
water tower and hiking trails And when the
big one hit I'd have a
seat To watch masters abandon their dogs and dogs run free Oh baby, it's time to leave Take the
van and the
hearse down to New Orleans Leave under the
gaze of the
billboard queens Five-foot chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans These L.A. phonies and their bullshit bands That sound like dollar signs and Amy Grant So reads the
pulled quote from my last cover piece Entitled "The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Speaks” You can hear it all over the
airwaves The
manufactured gasp of the
final days Someone should tell them 'bout the
time that they don't have To praise the
glorious future and the
hopeless past A
few things the
songwriter needs Arrows of Love, a
mask of Tragedy But if you want ecstasy or birth control Just run the
tap until the
water's cold Anything else you can get online A
creation myth or a
.45 You're going to need one or the
other to survive Where only the
armed or the
funny make it out alive Mara taunts me 'neath the
tree She's like, "Oh great, that's just what we all need Another white guy in 2017 Who takes himself so goddamn seriously." She's not far off, the
strange thing is That's pretty much what I
thought when I
started this It took me my whole life to learn to the
play the G
But the
role of Oedipus was a
total breeze Still I
dreamt of garnering all rave reviews Just believably a
little north of God's own truth He's a
national treasure now, and here's the
proof In the
form of his major label debut A
little less human with each release Closing the
gap between the
mask and me I
swear I'll never do this, but is it okay? Don't want to be that guy but it's my birthday If everything ends with the
photo then I'm on my way Ohhh-ho-o-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh I
watched my old gods all collapse Were way more violent than my cartoon past It's like my father said before he croaked "Son, you're killing me, and that's all folks." So why is it I'm so distraught That what I'm selling is getting bought At some point you just can't control What people use your fake name for So I
never learned to play the
lead guitar I
always more preferred the
speaking parts Besides there's always someone willing to Fill up the
spaces that I
couldn't use Nonetheless, I've been practicing my whole life Washing dishes, playing drums, and getting by Until I
figured, if I'm here then I
just might Conceal my lack of skill here in the
spotlights Maya, the
mother of illusions, a
beard, and I
2000 years or so since Ovid taught Night-blooming, teenage rosebuds, dirty talk And I'm merely a
minor fascination to Manic virginal lust and college dudes I'm beginning to begin to see the
end Of how it all goes down between me and them Some 10-verse chorus-less diatribe Plays as they all jump ship, "I used to like this guy This new shit really kinda makes me wanna die" Ohhh-ho-oh-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh Ohhh-ho-oh-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh My first memory of music's from The
time at JCPenney's with my mom The
watermelon candy I
was choking on Barbara screaming, "Someone help my son!" I
relive it most times the
radio's on That "tell me lies, sweet little white lies" song That's when I
first saw the
comedy won't stop for Even little boys dying in the
department store So we leave town in total silence New Year's Day, it's 6
o'clock AM I've never seen Sunset this abandoned Reminds me predictably of the
world's end It'll be good to get more space God knows what all these suckers paid I
can stop drinking and you can write your script But what we both think now is...
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