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Songs with LA in them
One per post
Los Angeles and Hollywood are acceptable too. The Doors - L.A. Woman Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light Or just another lost angel...City of Night City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, c'mon L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon Drive thru your suburbs Into your blues, into your blues, yeah Into your blue-blue Blues Into your blues, ohh, yeah I see your hair is burnin' Hills are filled with fire If they say I never loved you You know they are a liar Drivin' down your freeways Midnite alleys roam Cops in cars, the topless bars Never saw a woman... So alone, so alone So alone, so alone Motel Money Murder Madness Let's change the mood from glad to sadness Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin' Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin' Got to keep on risin' Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin' Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin' Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin' Risin', risin' Gone risin', risin' I'm gone risin', risin' I gotta risin', risin' Well, risin', risin' I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin' Woah, ohh yeah Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light Or just another lost angel...City of Night City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, c'mon L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman L.A. Woman, your my woman Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman L.A. L.A. Woman Woman L.A. Woman c'mon |
Beth Hart - L.A. Song
She hangs around the boulevard She's a local girl with local scars She got home late She got home late She drank so hard the bottle ached And she tried and she tried and she tried and she tried but nothin's clear in a bar full a flies So she takes and she takes, she takes and she takes She understands when she gives it away She says Man I gotta get outta this town Man I gotta get outta this pain Man I gotta get outta this town Outta this town and out of L.A. She's gotta gun She's gotta gun She got a gun she calls the lucky one She left a note right by the phone "Don't leave a message 'cause this ain't no home" And she cried and she cried and she cried and she cried She cried so long her tears ran dry Then she laughed and she laughed, she laughed and she laughed 'Cause she knew she was never comin' back..........She said Man I'm gonna get outta this town Man I'm gonna get outta this pain Man I'm gonna get outta this town Outta this town & out of L.A. It's all she loves It's all she hates It's all too much for her to take She can't be sure just where it ends or where the good life begins So she took a train She took a train To a little old town without a name She met a man He took her in But fed her all the same bullshit again 'Cause he lied and he lied and he lied and he lied He lied like a salesman sellin' flies So she screamed and she screamed and she screamed and she screamed It's a different place But the same old thang It's all I love It's all I hate It's all too much for me to take I can't be sure where it begins Or if the good life lies within..........So she said Man I gotta get out of this town Yeah, now I gotta get back on that train Man I gotta get out of this town I'm outta my pain So I'm goin' back to L.A. Oh Back to L.A. Back to L.A. Yeah yeah I'm going back to L.A. I'm goin' back to L.A. |
Tool - Aenema
Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will. I sure could use a vacation from this Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of Freaks Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay. Fret for your figure and Fret for your latte and Fret for your hairpiece and Fret for your lawsuit and Fret for your prozac and Fret for your pilot and Fret for your contract and Fret for your car. It's a Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of Freaks Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay. Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves. Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits. Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will cuz I sure could use a vacation from this Silly shit, stupid shit... One great big festering neon distraction, I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied. Learn to swim. Mom's gonna fix it all soon. Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be. Learn to swim. Fuck L Ron Hubbard and Fuck all his clones. Fuck all those gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. Learn to swim. Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory. Learn to swim. Fuck smiley glad-hands With hidden agendas. Fuck these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses. Learn to swim. Cuz I'm praying for rain And I'm praying for tidal waves I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down. Mom please flush it all away. I wanna watch it go right in and down. I wanna watch it go right in. Watch you flush it all away. Time to bring it down again. Don't just call me pessimist. Try and read between the lines. I can't imagine why you wouldn't Welcome any change, my friend. I wanna see it all come down. suck it down. flush it down. |
Faster Pussycat - Babylon
Livin' in L.A. is so much a fight Boy you is ugly and your girlfriend wieghs a ton We was sittin' in our car in a traffic jam And a turd says "Hey Ain't you that guy in Wham?" No We won't shut up We're just babblin' on and on Babylon Babblin' on and on Shut up PPPUSSYCAT Shut up Man That hoochie-koochie made me dizzy Cowabunga I said shut your face and take off what you got under Went outside Said your place Not mine Toss her panties on the couch and she smells like she might die No We won't shut up We're just babblin' on and on Babylon Babblin' on and on SOLO Caught in a Bel-Air with Buffy and Biffy Some homeboy says "Hey guys Want some sniffy?" On the trigger was a punch and we put a Spanish Fly Biffy's without spot And Buffy's on my thigh No We won't shut up We're just babblin' on and on Babylon Babblin' on and on PPPPUSSYCAT Shut up PPPPUSSYCAT Shut up PPPPUSSYCAT Shut up Shut up PPPPUSSYCAT Shut up |
Pete Townshend
La La La Lies If I'm so lost without a friend Tell me, who's this by my side? This girl with eyes like gems And cool reactions to your lies Lies La la la la la la lies You can't repeat what you put 'round All the things that made me cry You kicked me when I was down And they hurt me all those lies Lies La la la la la la lies I've got my girl and together we're strong To laugh at you and prove you wrong I don't insist that you feel bad I just want to see you smile Don't ever think you made me mad I didn't listen to your lies Lies La la la la la la lies If I'm so lost without a friend Tell me, who's this by my side? This girl with eyes like gems And cool reactions to your lies Lies La la la la la la lies I don't insist that you feel bad I just want to see you smile Don't ever think you made me mad I didn't listen to your lies |
OPERATOR (That's Not The Way It Feels)
-Jim Croce Operator, well could you help me place this call? See, the number on the matchbook is old and faded. She's living in L. A. with my best old ex-friend Ray, A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated. Isn't that the way they say it goes? Well, let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it, So I can call just to tell 'em I’m fine and to show I've overcome the blow, I’ve learned to take it well -- I only wish my words could just convince myself That it just wasn't real, but that's not the way it feels. Operator, well could you help me place this call? Well, I can't read the number that you just gave me. There's something in my eyes, you know it happens every time -- I think about a love that I thought would save me. Isn't that the way they say it goes? Well, let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it, So I can call just to tell 'em I’m fine and to show I've overcome the blow, I’ve learned to take it well -- I only wish my words could just convince myself That it just wasn't real, but that's not the way it feels. No, no, no, no -- that's not the way it feels. Operator, well let's forget about this call -- There's no one there I really wanted to talk to. Thank you for your time, ah, you've been so much more than kind. And you can keep the dime. Isn't that the way they say it goes? Well, let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it, So I can call just to tell 'em I’m fine and to show I've overcome the blow, I’ve learned to take it well -- I only wish my words could just convince myself That it just wasn't real, but that's not the way it feels. No, no, no, no -- that's not the way it feels. :tu: |
Arlo Guthrie - Coming Into Los Angeles
Coming in from London From over the pole Flying in a big airliner Chickens flying everywhere around the plane Could we ever feel much finer? Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please Mister Customs Man There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico No, he couldn't look much stranger Walking in the hall with his things and all Smiling, said he was the Lone Ranger Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please Mister Customs Man Hip woman walking on a moving floor Tripping on the escalator There's a man in the line And she's blowing his mind Thinking that he's already made her Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please Mister Customs Man Coming in from London From over the pole Flying in a big airliner Chickens flying everywhere around the plane Could we ever feel much finer? Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please Mister Customs Man |
Joni Mitchell - Court and Spark
Love came to my door With a sleeping roll And a madman's soul He thought for sure I'd seen him Dancing up a river in the dark Looking for a woman To court and spark He was playing on the sidewalk For passing change When something strange happened Glory train passed through him So he buried the coins he made In People's Park And went looking for a woman To court and spark It seemed like he read my mind He saw me mistrusting him And still acting kind He saw how I worried sometimes I worry sometimes All the guilty people, he said They've all seen the stain On their daily bread On their christian names I cleared myself I sacrificed my blues And you could complete me I'd complete you His eyes were the color of the sand And the sea And the more he talked to me You know the more he reached me But I couldn't let go of L.A. City of the fallen angels |
Led Zeppelin - Sick Again
Steve Miller Band - Rock 'N Me Will post no lyrics at this time. :p |
not sure if this counts...
The Stooges - L.A. Blues <5 minutes of incomprehensible screeching, screaming and groaning> BTW do you folks actually sit there and transcribe all those lyrics or is there some site that lists them all? |
twinspan, I have many lyrics pages in my favorites sub folder but its just as easy to type in "Stooges - L.A. Blues lyrics" in google
The Beatles - Blue Jay Way There's a fog upon L.A. And my friends have lost their way We'll be over soon they said Now they've lost themselves instead. Please don't be long please don't you be very long Please don't be long or I may be asleep Well it only goes to show And I told them where to go Ask a policeman on the street There's so many there to meet Please don't be long please don't you be very long Please don't be long or I may be asleep Now it's past my bed I know And I'd really like to go Soon will be the break of day Sitting here in Blue Jay Way Please don't be long please don't you be very long Please don't be long or I may be asleep. Please don't be long please don't you be very long Please don't be long Please don't be long please don't you be very long Please don't be long Please don't be long please don't you be very long Please don't be long Don't be long - don't be long - don't be long Don't be long - don't be long - don't be long. |
:pThe Delfonics - LA LA Means I Love You:p
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The Mamas & the Papas
California dreaming All the leaves are brown And the sky is grey I've been for a walk On a winter's day I'd be safe and warm If I was in L.A. California dreaming On such a winter's day Stopped into a church I passed along the way Well I got down on my knees And I pretend to pray I pretend to pray You know the preacher likes the cold He knows I'm gonna stay California dreaming On such a winter's day All the leaves are brown And the sky is grey I've been for a walk On a winter's day If I didn't tell her I could leave today California dreaming On such a winter's day California dreaming On such a winter's day On such a winter's day |
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As for finding lyrics, Google turns up piles of stuff (anything from a 1-page fan site saying he 'loves their lyrics' to some massive commercial retailer just randomly generating band names to draw traffic), but I was wondering if anybody had any personal recommendations for general lyrics sites or a good webring. (I found lyrics.com, fairly obvious that one, but it seems mostly geared toward the latest stuff.) |
Twinspan.....try a dogpile search with "lyrics and bands" ...should turn up a few for you :tu:
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"L.A."-The Fall
Odeon Sky Uncanny Bushes are in disagreement with the heat L.A. Uncanny Person They have filled boulevards with white snow,scum-ball L.A. This is my happening and it freaks me out |
God I love that Tool song Aenima. This one isn't as good but summarizes my feelings just as well on that shithole city:
Circle Jerks - Beverly Hills Beverly Hills Beverly Hills, century city everything's so nice and pretty all the people look the same don't they know they're so damn lame there she goes three piece suit spandex pants cowboy boots I don't know what i'm gonna do I don't know what i'm gonna do maybe i'll have to move from Beverly Hills, century city everything's so nice and pretty All the people look the same don't they know they're so damn lame there she goes three piece suit spandex pants fiorucci too beverly hills, century city! |
Randy Newman-"I love L.A."
Hate New York City It's cold and it's damp And all the people dressed like monkeys Let's leave Chicago to the eskimos That towns a little too rugged For you and me, you bad girl Rollin' down the Imperial Highway With a big nasty redhead by my side Santa Ana wind blowin'hot from the north And we were born to ride Roll down the window, put down the top Crank up the Beach Boys, baby Don't let the music stop We're gonna ride it til we just cant ride anymore From the South Bay to the Valley From the West side to the East Side Everybody's very happy 'Cause the sun is shining all the time Looks like another perfect day I love L.A.(We love it) I love L.A.(We love it) Look at the mountain Look at those trees Look at that bum over there, man He's down on his knees Look at these women There aint nothin' like 'em nowhere Century Boulevard (We love it) Victory Boulevard(We love it) Santa Monica Boulevard(We love it) Sixth Street (We love it) I love L.A. I love L.A. (We love it) ETC. |
Bob Seger - Hollywood Nights
Night after night, day after day, it went on and on Then came that morning he woke up alone He spent all night staring down at the lights of LA Wondering if he could ever go home |
Missing Persons
Walking in L.A. Look ahead as we pass, try to focus on it I won't be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick It must have been just a cardboard cut out of a man Top forty cast off from a record stand Walkin' in L.A. Walkin' in L.A. Nobody walks in L.A. I don't know, could've been a lame jogger maybe Or someone just about to the freeway strangler baby Shopping cart pusher or maybe someone groovie One thing's for sure he isn't starring in the movies 'Cause he's walkin' in L.A. Walkin' in L.A. Only a nobody walks in L.A. You won't see a cop walkin' on the beat You only see'em drivin' cars out on the street You won't see a kid walkin' home from school Their mothers pick'em up in a car pool Could it be that smog's playing tricks on my eyes Or it's a rollerskater in some kind of headphone disguise Maybe somebody who just ran out of gas, making his way Back to the pumps the best way he can |
Bran Van 3000 - Drinking in L.A.
Hi, my name is Stereo Mike. Yeah, we got three tickets to the Bran Van concert happening this Monday night at the Pacific Pallisades. You can all dial in if you want to answer a couple of questions, namely, what is Todd's favourite cheese. Jackie just called up and said it was a form of Roquefort. We'll see about that... Give us a ring-ding-ding! It's a beautiful day. Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-a-dinging, want those three Bran Van tickets man. Waddya think? Todd, you there? I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes, When Mike came over with a script surprise. A Mafioso story with a twist, A "Too Wong Foo, Julie Newmar" hitch, "Get your ass out of bed," he said: "I'll explain it on the way." But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day, and I say: What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26? I got the fever for the flavour, the payback will be later, still I need a fix. And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us, As we rode on the ten down to Venice again. Flaring out the G-Funk, Sipping on a juice and gin, Just me and a friend. Feeling kinda groovy, Working on a movie. (Yeah right!) But we did nothing, absolutely butkis that day, and I say: What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26? With my mind on my money and my money on my... Beer, beer! I know that life is for the taking, so I better wise up, and take it quick. Yeah, one more time at Trader Vic's. Some men there wanted to hurt us, And other men said we weren't worth the fuss. We could see them all bitching by the bar, About the fine line, between the rich and the poor. Then Mike turned to me and said: "What do you think we got done son?" We've got a conclusion, and I guess that's something, so I ask you: What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26? I got the fever for the nectar, the payback will be later, still I need a fix. We need to fix you up, call me Monday and maybe we'll fix it all up. Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.! ... So I ask you: What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26? |
FAR AWAY EYES
(Jagger/Richards) I was driving home early Sunday morning through Bakersfield Listening to gospel music on the colored radio station And the preacher said, "You know you always have the Laaaaawd by your side" And I was so pleased to be informed of this that I ran Twenty red lights in his honor Thank you Jesus, thank you Lowerd! I had an arrangement to meet a girl And I was kind of late And I thought by the time I got there she'd be off With the nearest truck driver she could find Much to my surprise, there she was sittin in the corner A little bleary, worse for wear and tear A girl with far away eyes So if you're down on your luck And you can't harmonize Find a girl with far away eyes And if you're downright disgusted And life ain't worth a dime Get a girl with far away eyes Well the preacher kept right on saying that all I had to do was send Ten dollars to the Church of the Sacred Bleeding Heart of Jesus Located somewhere in Los Angeles, California And next week they'd say my prayer on the radio And all my dreams would come true So I did The next week, I got a prayer with a girl Well, you know what kind of eyes she got So if you're down on your luck I know you all sympathize Find a girl with far away eyes And if you're downright disgusted And life ain't worth a dime Get a girl with far away eyes P.S. to JackUzi, I Love Mark Smith's lyrics, never fail to crack me up. :BL: |
Oh yeah, and, uh, just a few of the twenty-nine thousand or so RHCP songs that mention L.A.:
TRUE MEN DON'T KILL COYOTES ...Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon Through the Hollywood hills, yeah... Huh, Hollywood hills... OUT IN L.A. ...We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool way Along with six million others in this place called L.A.... UNDER THE BRIDGE ...Sometimes I feel Like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel Like my only friend Is the city I live in The city of angels Lonely as I am Together we cry... |
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THE HOLLYWOOD STRANGLER (Laurie Anderson, from The Ugly One With the Jewels and Other Stories) Spoken: I was living out in West Hollywood when a Hollywood strangler was strangling women. Every night there was a panel discussion on TV about the strangler, speculations about his habits, his motives, his methods. One thing was clear about him: he only strangled women when they were alone, or with other women. And the panel members would always end the show by saying: "Now for all you women, listen: don’t go outside without a man. Don’t walk out to your car, don’t even take the garbage out by yourself; always go with a man." Then, one of the eyewitnesses identified a policeman as one of the suspects. The next night, the chief of the police was on the panel, and he said: "Now for all you women, whatever happens, do not stop for a police officer, stay in your car. If a police officer tries to stop you, do not stop, keep driving and under no circumstances should you get out of your car." For a few weeks, half the traffic in LA was doing twice the speed limits. |
Grateful Dead - West L.A. Fadeaway
I'm looking for a chateau, 21 rooms but one will do I'm looking for a chateau, 21 rooms but one will do I don't want to buy it I just want to rent it for a minute or two I met an old mistake walking down the street today I met an old mistake walking down the street today I didn't want to be mean about it I couldn't think of one good thing to say. West L.A. fadeaway, West L.A. fadeaway Big red lite on the highway, little green lite on the freeway. Got a steady job moving items for the mob Got a steady job moving items for the mob Know the pay's pathetic It's a shame those boys couldn't be more copasetic West L.A. fadeaway, West L.A. fadeaway Big red lite on the highway, little green lite on the freeway. I need a West L.A. girl, already know what I need to know I need a West L.A. girl, already know what I need to know Lord, just how far to go. West L.A. fadeaway, here's one chance you say. She tries to live by the Golden Rule. Said you treat other people right, Other people probably treat you cool. |
The Doors - Peace frog
blood is the rose of mysterious union bloody red sun of phantastic L.A. |
Glen Frey- Smugglers Blues
You see it in the headlines, you hear it every day They say they're gonna stop it, but it doesn't go away They move it through Miami and sell it in LA They hide it up in Telluride, I mean it's here to stay It's propping up the governments in Columbia and Peru You ask any DEA., man, they'll say there's nothing we can do From the office of the president right down to me and you Me and you |
Gladys Knight & The Pips - Midnight Train To Georgia
L.A. proved too much for the man, So he's leavin' the life he's come to know, He said he's goin' back to find Ooh, what's left of his world, The world he left behind Not so long ago. He's leaving, On that midnight train to Georgia, And he's goin' back To a simpler place and time. And I'll be with him On that midnight train to Georgia, I'd rather live in his world Than live without him in mine. He kept dreamin' That someday he'd be a star. But he sure found out the hard way That dreams don't always come true. So he pawned all his hopes and he even sold his old car Bought a one way ticket To the life he once knew, Oh yes he did, He said he would Be leavin On that midnight train to Georgia, And he's goin' back To a simpler place and time. And I'll be with him On that midnight train to Georgia, I'd rather live in his world Than live without him in mine. Go, gonna board, gonna board, Gonna board the midnight train. Gotta go, gonna board Gonna board Gonna board the midnight train |
Elton John's Tiny Dancer
Patsy Gallant's From New York to LA PS: I remember a song in the 70's - L. A. International Airport (can't remember the artist) |
Stones - Route 66
Well it winds from Chicago to L.A. More than 2000 miles all the way Get your kicks on Route 66 Kinks - LOLA [i]She walked up to me and she asked me to dance I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said lola L-O-L-A lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola |
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