L.A.’S NOT SUCH A BIG TOWN<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\nWell, I hardly know where you’re coming from
\nbut it ain’t hard to see where you’re going to
\nwhat you’re coming to)
\nHey hey, Darlin’
\nI just can’t save you now<\/p>\n
You hold on to me, so damn tight
\nthen push me away — I walk home alone through the night
\nthinking about how
\nI’d be seeing you around<\/p>\n
Hey, hey, Darlin’, guess I’ll be seeing you around<\/span>
\nAfter all L.A. ain’t such a big town<\/span>
\nHey hey Darlin, I hope you ain’t feeling down<\/span>
\ncause those blues will sit on your head<\/span>
\njack your heart and turn your life around<\/span><\/p>\nNow you always argue about everything
\nIn your domain irrationality’s king
\nI got a list of topics
\na mile long that can’t be brung up<\/p>\n
You called me up on the telephone
\nand asked me if I was alone
\nI said yes —
\nyou said good –and you hung up<\/p>\n
Hey, hey, Darlin’, I guess yer feeling proud<\/span>
\nafter all) ya cataloged my faults told the whole <\/span>
\ngoldang world out loud<\/span>
\nHey hey darlin, I guess it ain’t so strange<\/span>
\nYou tore up my body, <\/span>
\nbroke my heart, and threw away my brains<\/span><\/p>\nWell, I tried to talk out all those things
\nbut your inattentive condescendance stings
\nHey hey darlin
\nthere’s no point in talking now<\/p>\n
Well I never had the money for diamond rings
\nnor the guaranteed returns wise investment brings
\nHey hey darlin,
\nI guess I’ll be seeing ya around<\/p>\n
Hey, hey, Darlin’, guess I’ll be seeing you around<\/span>
\nAfter all L.A. ain’t such a big town<\/span>
\nHey hey Darlin, I hope you ain’t feeling down<\/span>
\ncause those blues will sit on your head<\/span>
\njack your heart and turn your life around<\/span><\/p>\n(C)1976, TK Major<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 This is one of literally dozens of kiss-off songs I wrote for this one girl. We kept breaking up and getting back together. We did it for a couple years. Our relationship was the engine that drove much of my creative output in those days. If we weren’t cursing each other’s shadows […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pgc_meta":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6,340],"tags":[931,929,1000],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=89"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2285,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89\/revisions\/2285"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=89"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=89"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=89"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
![\"LA's](\"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/ayearofsongs\/images\/blogimages\/LAsNotSuchABigTown.jpg\")
<\/p>\n