DESCRIPTION:
Brilliant song. I like to think of this song more as a poem than anything else. Enjoy it.
Lyrics:
Exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers.
Jewels cleaving skin between... breasts.

Your Cadillac breathes four hundred horses over blue lines.
You are going to Reseda to make love to a model from Ohio whose real name you don't... know

You spin,
like the Cadillac was overturning down a cliff on television.
And the radio is on.
And the radioman is speaking
And the radioman says, "women were a curse."
So men built Paramount... studios.
And men built Columbia... studios.
And men built... Los Angeles

It is 5 am,
and you are listening,
to Los Angeles.
(x2)

And the radioman says, "It's a beautiful night out there!"
And the radioman says, "Rock and Roll lives!"
And the radioman says, it's a beautiful night out there in Los Angeles!
You live in Los Angeles, and you are going to Reseda,
We are all in some way or another going to Reseda, someday to die
And the radioman laughs because, the radioman fucks a model too.
Gone savage for teenagers with automatic weapons and boundless love.
Gone savage for teenagers who are aesthetically pleasing, in other words,
Flyyyy
Los Angeles beckons the teenagers to come to her on buses;
Los Angeles loves, love.

It's 5 am
and you are listening
to Los Angeles
(x2)

I am going to Los Angeles
To built a screenplay about lovers who murder each other.
I am going to Los Angeles to see my own name on a screen, five feet long and luminous,
As the radioman says,
It's 5 am and the sun has charred the other side of the world and come back to us,
And painted the smoke over our heads an imperial violet.

It is 5 am
and you are listening
to Los Angeles.
(x2)

You are listening.
(x16)

You are listening, to Los Angeles.