LA’s Not Such a Big Town | A Year of Songs

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LA's Not Such a Big Town

Ah…

The big kiss off… engine of ten thousand songs. A veritable cornerstone of pop music. Topic of some of the 60’s best rock and pop writers: your Dylans, your Stones, your Lennons and your McCartneys, et al.

It was a time when everyone seemed to be telling someone (and sometimes everyone) else to just go… jump in a lake.

My lost generation was telling our parents — who we now revere and lionize as the Heroic World War II Generation — to take their repressive social mores and rigid caste and racial divisions — and their “ugly little war” in Vietnam — and… take a hike.

Workers were questioning the advantage of the yoke. Foremen and bosses were telling their bosses to shove it up the executive elevator shaft. And the rich were ignoring the pleadings of their brokers and legal staffs to join monasteries and ashrams.

But me… I was trying to make my relationship with my GF of the moment work…

I can hear the eyeballs rolling up across cyberspace… but, honestly… oh, never mind…

Let’s say that I thought, then, that I was trying to make it work.

At any rate, I wrote this while I was still involved with my GF of the moment… and would be, on and off, for a couple more years, give or take…

And I told her it wasn’t about her or directed to her… but she was a very smart young woman and it took her about a half-minute to unscrew her face after she heard me play it the first time… which was gratifying.

LA’s Not Such a Big Town

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Monday, December 12, 2005

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LA’s Not Such a Big Town

Well, I hardly know where you’re coming from
but it ain’t hard to see where you’re going to
Hey hey, Darlin’
I just can’t save you now

You hold on to me, so damn tight
then push me away — I walk home through the night
thinking ’bout how
I’d be seeing you around

Hey, hey, Darlin’, guess I’ll be seeing you around
After all L.A. ain’t such a big town
Hey hey Darlin, I hope you ain’t feeling down
cause those blues will sit on your head
jack your heart and turn your life around

Now you always argue about everything
In your domain irrationality’s king
I got a list of topics
a mile long that can’t be brung up

You called me up on the telephone
and asked me if I was alone
I said yes —
you said good –and you hung up

Hey, hey, Darlin’, I guess yer feeling proud
after all) ya cataloged my faults told the whole
goldang world out loud
Hey hey darlin, I guess it ain’t so strange
You tore up my body,
broke my heart, and threw away my brains

Well, I tried to talk out all those things
but your inattentive condescendance stings
Hey hey darlin
there’s no point in talking now

Well I never had the money for diamond rings
nor the guaranteed returns wise investment brings
Hey hey darlin,
I guess I’ll be seeing ya around