Screenwriters Blues

Exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers
 Jewels cleaving skin between breasts
 Your Cadillac breathes four hundred horses over blue lines
 You are going to Reseda to make love to a model from Ohio
 Whose real name you don't know
 You spin like the Cadillac was overturning down a cliff on television
 And the radio is on and the radioman is speaking
 And the radioman says women were a curse
 So men built Paramount studios
 And men built Columbia studios and men built Los Angeles
 It is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles
 It is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles
 And the radioman says it is a beautiful night out there
 And the radioman says rock and roll lives
 And the radioman says it is a beautiful night out there in Los Angeles
 You live in Los Angeles and you are going to Reseda
 We are all in some way or another going to Reseda someday to die
 And the radioman laughs because the radioman fucks a model too
 Gone savage for teenagers with automatic weapons and boundless love
 Gone savage for teenagers who are aesthetically pleasing
 In other words fly, Los Angeles beckons
 It is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles
 It is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles
 I am going to Los Angeles to build a screenplay about
 Lovers who murder each other
 I am going to Los Angeles to see my own name on a screen
 Five feet long and luminous
 As the radioman says it is 5 a.m. and the sun has charred
 The other side of the world and comeback to us
 And painted the smoke over our heads an imperial violet
 It is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles
 It is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles
 It is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles
 And you are listening to Los Angeles
 You are listening
 You are listening
 You are listening
 To Los Angeles