Tim Minchin, Sarah Belkner - Leaving LA lyrics
[Tim Minchin, Sarah Belkner - Leaving LA lyrics]
Check the locks and leave the keys
Mouldy bath masked with Febreze
Something's dead behind the refrigerator
Some poor fuck will deal with it later
I’ve spent the last ten weeks
Squeezing out the sponge of friendships
Plugging leaks
I've talked until there's no more to say
I’m going away i'm leaving LA i'm leaving LA
And the tourists say
"Please give me the directions
To the Hollywood sign
I always dreamt of coming here
To see the Hollywood sign"
But on their way back down we'll ask
"Did you have a good time?"
They'll say "it's just some fuckin'
Letters on a hill"
I wander through the Bronson Caves
One more OK coffee at the Oaks Gourmet
I'll watch the players at the UCB
Trying to improvise their way out of ennui
Walking trails in the creeping dark
Up to the observatory in Griffith Park
There’s too much light for stars anyway
I’m getting out of this place i'm leaving LA
I’m leaving LA
And the studio executives who
Never made a thing
Blaming other for their failures
Taking credit for their wins
Wiping the blood of dumb
Artists from their chins
Singing, "kid you oughtn't
Take it personally"
On Hollywood and Vine a dime-store Spider-Man
Shouting at a stoned Emma Stone
Dressed à la La La Land and in the distance
In both it's glorious dimensions
The sign projects it's shadow on the hill
Rushing by machine-gunned cops at LAX
Malfunctioning departure board says
We're boarding next
Belt off, shoes off, jacket off, hat
Don't need the attitude
But, I quite enjoy the subsequent pat down
And I’m sat down as the A380 engine roars
Pushed backwards as this tube
Of monkeys rumbles forwards
I'm looking forward to another twenty
Hours on a plane
Nothing but shit films and my brain
I've been going slowly insane
I've seen your sport and I don't wanna play
I'm getting out of this place
I'm getting out of this place i'm leaving LA
And the actors at Gratitude
Drinking undrinkable juice
And the agents taking ten percent
In their sneakers and suit's
And the writers in their Teslas trying
To punch up Act One
Driving home on the 101 in
The relentless fucking sun
And the needy and the greedy
And the homeless and horny
And the deals done on treadmills at
Ten to six in the morning
And the Captain's on the PA
Saying "look for the sign!"
But, I find it's just some
Fuckin' letters on a hill
Just some really ugly letters
On a pretty ugly hill i'm leaving LA
I'm leaving 'ell
Mouldy bath masked with Febreze
Something's dead behind the refrigerator
Some poor fuck will deal with it later
I’ve spent the last ten weeks
Squeezing out the sponge of friendships
Plugging leaks
I've talked until there's no more to say
I’m going away i'm leaving LA i'm leaving LA
And the tourists say
"Please give me the directions
To the Hollywood sign
I always dreamt of coming here
To see the Hollywood sign"
But on their way back down we'll ask
"Did you have a good time?"
They'll say "it's just some fuckin'
Letters on a hill"
I wander through the Bronson Caves
One more OK coffee at the Oaks Gourmet
I'll watch the players at the UCB
Trying to improvise their way out of ennui
Walking trails in the creeping dark
Up to the observatory in Griffith Park
There’s too much light for stars anyway
I’m getting out of this place i'm leaving LA
I’m leaving LA
And the studio executives who
Never made a thing
Blaming other for their failures
Taking credit for their wins
Wiping the blood of dumb
Artists from their chins
Singing, "kid you oughtn't
Take it personally"
On Hollywood and Vine a dime-store Spider-Man
Shouting at a stoned Emma Stone
Dressed à la La La Land and in the distance
In both it's glorious dimensions
The sign projects it's shadow on the hill
Rushing by machine-gunned cops at LAX
Malfunctioning departure board says
We're boarding next
Belt off, shoes off, jacket off, hat
Don't need the attitude
But, I quite enjoy the subsequent pat down
And I’m sat down as the A380 engine roars
Pushed backwards as this tube
Of monkeys rumbles forwards
I'm looking forward to another twenty
Hours on a plane
Nothing but shit films and my brain
I've been going slowly insane
I've seen your sport and I don't wanna play
I'm getting out of this place
I'm getting out of this place i'm leaving LA
And the actors at Gratitude
Drinking undrinkable juice
And the agents taking ten percent
In their sneakers and suit's
And the writers in their Teslas trying
To punch up Act One
Driving home on the 101 in
The relentless fucking sun
And the needy and the greedy
And the homeless and horny
And the deals done on treadmills at
Ten to six in the morning
And the Captain's on the PA
Saying "look for the sign!"
But, I find it's just some
Fuckin' letters on a hill
Just some really ugly letters
On a pretty ugly hill i'm leaving LA
I'm leaving 'ell