A song about leaving Los Angeles. Some cussing.
LYRICS:
I arrive late for my own goodbye party
It's a small group tonight, smaller than expected
I'm bad company as I'm already drunk
And full of self-pity and surly and dejected
This was a bad idea
I knew it was a bad idea
All ideas are bad when you leave LA
A guy with a beard picks up my drink check
I've met him before but I don't know his name
He says Fitzgerald once said that you're lucky
If you leave LA with more than you you came with
He says I'm lucky.
I don't feel lucky.
Nobody is lucky when they leave LA
There's Jackie at the bar in her leopard print jacket
The last time we kissed was just a week ago
She's here with that German she met at the gallery
She's been with him a month and doesn't care that I know
She says that she'll miss me
She's not going to miss me
Nobody misses you when you leave LA
Netty is in the corner getting drunk all alone
And Bonnie is in the booth screaming at the phone
There's Marco and Rude Boy and Franklin and Tim
They were going to bring Douglas but don't ask about him
And then there is me at Musso and Franks
Lining the bar with the cocktails I drank
I'll have another Jameson and I'll drink it too
And fuck you, Los Angeles, I'm fucking leaving you
I have a 9am flight from Los Angeles X
And it's time that I went because sometimes you just go
I didn't get what I wanted, nobody gets what they wanted
Fitzgerald was right: You're lucky not to owe
Fuck you LA
Fuck you LA
Everyone says fuck you when they leave LA
posted by Astro Zombie at 11:01 AM on December 5, 2008