"Los Angeles" genre: Alternative Country
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	I was holed up in a hotel in L.A. once. Once. Dreamy Melody with lots of vibe ala Richard Buckner.
	CD: Half Moon   Label: sweet receiver/Cake Records Credits: ©1998 Evan Brubaker/nine foot tub (BMI)
	Story Behind the Song My father is an acoholic so I always try to watch myself when I drink. It makes me doubt my intentions every time I pick one up. In January 1997 I was on tour in NYC and went for a walk in Central Park. I ended up standing across the street from the Essex Hotel watching people come and go and wrote down the first chorus right there. About the same time, a friend of mine was making a big label record out in L.A. He had this idea that once he got signed life would be easy from here on out. The fact was, after he made his first record he had about $8,000 to live on for the next year while he toured his booty off and it stunk. I put it all together and blammo! Lyrics I'm dragged around by my dreams Dressed in sparkling things Sometimes I sleep on the floor Sometimes I sleep on the ceiling Or wrapped up in the limbs of a tree Staring face down in the leaves Don't know why my bed's too big for me It just is I once spent a week at the Essex They ordered room service for us My room had a view of Central Park I could spit on the carriages if I wanted I took taxis everywhere Thumbed my nose at the stiffs on the street Clean towels and uncomfortable furniture I really thought I was something I've hung my portraits and charms So they rest on the walls of my arms Catching their breath from my whims and my desires I swish your name around in my mouth I try and try but I can't spit it out So I swallow my hopes and my doubts And keep drinking I once spent a week in Los Angeles They moved the barricades for us I could smell the city on fire I could watch any channel that I wanted They wouldn't let us go anywhere Said it wasn't really safe on the streets Clean towels and uncomfortable furniture I just sat there and did nothing But drink And drink And drink And drink

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