Santa Monica

November 28, 2008 2:48 PM

A song about male prostitution in Hollywood. Lyrics NSFW.

After writing a whole batch of songs with country and blues inspired melodies, I've decided to try a new project. While in my past, I've let my songwriting take inspiration from my life, I've never really written songs that were just straight up autobiography. Bit I've decided to do a series of songs drawing directly from my experiences in Hollywood during the early 90s, when I was homeless for a time and lived in a shelter run by the gay/lesbian community services center of LA. Many of the other kids living in the shelter were male prostitutes, and this song comes from seeing them on Santa Monica Boulevard, where they would stand about waiting for cars to pick them up.

This song is written in something with something of a New Wave quality, because C&W and blues doesn't really seem appropriate for these sorts of stories and the time period they came from.

LYRICS:

The lads they stand
On the corner of highland
In tight white shorts
With their cocks in their hand
They wait for the cars
To give them a ride
And they do dirty things
To the drivers inside
You're on the wrong side of the law
On Santa Monica

There's nasty little men
On Tamarind
With pockets full of cash
So the boys lean in
To the windows of Porshes
And the doors of Saabs
To take rides to hotels
Or for backseat handjobs
You're on the wrong side of the law
On Santa Monica

It's a fine night for a stroll
Between Wilcox and Cole
There's a cop back on Las Palmas
And he's a fucking asshole
He'll bust you if you loiter
And he'll beat you if you sass
But when he's not on duty
He pays to take it up the ass
You're on the wrong side of the law
On Santa Monica

The lads they stand
On the corner of highland
In tight white shorts
With their cocks in their hand
It's not much of a living
But there's not much else to do
Just walk and smoke and talk
and walk and screw and screw and screw
You're on the wrong side of the law
On Santa Monica

posted by Astro Zombie (1 comment total) 1 user marked this as a favorite

This is the perfect soundtrack to the book I'm reading now, High Life by Matthew Stokoe.
posted by Dumsnill at 11:07 PM on November 28, 2008


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