los angeles, i’m yours lyrics – decemberists

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

its streets and boulevards
orphans and oligarchs are here
a plaintive melody
truncated symphony
an ocean’s garbled vomit on the sh*r*
los angeles, i’m yours

o 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 sat*rdays to mondays

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

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

o 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
los angeles, i’m yours
los angeles, i’m yours

/ decemberists lyrics