death cab for cutie – Talking Bird [Recorded Live by MySpace in Sydney, Australia] scritto da admin 21 Gennaio 2016 I’m in Los Angeles today: it smells like an airport runway, Jet fuel stenches in the cabin and lights flickering at random. I’m in Los Angeles today: garbage cans comprise the medians The freeways always creeping, even when the population’s sleeping. And I can see why you’d want to live here. I’m in Los Angles today: asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble breathing he said, “It varies from season to season, kid.” It’s where our best are on display, Motion picture actor’s houses maps are never ever current, so save your film and fifteen dollars. And I can see why you’d want to live here. Billboards reach past the tallest buildings We are not perfect, but we sure try As UV rays degenerate our youth with time. The vessel keeps pumping us through this entropic place In the belly of the beast that is Californ-i-a I drank from a faucet and I kept my receipts For when they weigh me on the way out: Here nothing is free. The Greyhounds keep coming dumping locusts into the streets until the gutters overflow and Los Angeles thinks, “I might explode someday soon.” It’s a lovely summer’s day and I can almost see the skyline through a thickening shroud of egos. (Is this the city of angels or demons?) Here the names are what remain: Stars encapsulate the gold lane and they need constant cleaning for when the tourists begin salivating, You can’t swim in a town this shallow You will most assuredly drown tomorrow.