Los Angeles, I’m Yours

Album cover art for "Los Angeles, I’m Yours" by The Decemberists

The Decemberists - Rock, Indie Rock

Los Angeles, I’m Yours

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[Verse 1] There is a city by the sea, a gentle company I don't suppose you want to And as it tells its sorry tale in harrowing detail Its hollowness will haunt you [Chorus 1] Its streets and boulevards, orphans and oligarchs it hears A plaintive melody, truncated symphony An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore Los Angeles, I'm yours [Verse 2] Oh ladies pleasant and demure, sallow-cheeked and sure I can see your undies And all the boys you drag about, an empty fallow fount From Saturdays to Mondays [Chorus 2] You hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers down at heel This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above Los Angeles, my love [Verse 3] Oh what a rush of ripe élan, languor on divans Dalliant and dainty But oh, the smell of burnt cocaine, the dolor and decay It only makes me cranky [Chorus 3] Oh great calamity, ditch of iniquity and tears How I abhor this place, its sweet and bitter taste Has left me wretched, retching on all fours Los Angeles, I'm yours

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Credits

Writers
  • Colin Meloy