| | Los Angeles, I'm Yours Lyrics Artist(Band):The Decemberists
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 it hears A plaintive melody Truncated symphony An ocean’s garbled vomit on the shore, Los Angeles, I’m yours 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 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 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 If you find some error in Los Angeles, I'm Yours Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Alec S for submitting the lyrics. Review about Los Angeles, I'm Yours Amazing | Reviewer: Scarlett. | 11/9/2008 This song is incredible. I love it. I can listen to it over and over. It's steady beat makes it quite unique, and it just makes it so easy to listen to. This is one of The Decemberists' best songs. Review the song Los Angeles, I'm Yours The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "The Decemberists" Music | |
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