Soul Coughing - SCREENWRITER'S BLUES lyrics

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

And the radioman says

it is a beautiful night out there!

And the radioman says

Rock and Roll lives!

And the radioman says

it is 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

fly

Los Angeles beckons

the teenagers

to come to her

on buses;

Los Angeles loves

love

It is 5 am

and you are listening

to Los Angeles

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 is 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.

You are listening.

You are listening.

You are listening.

You are listening