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You're In L.A.
01:16
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Cab driver from LAX questions my address
Not a tourist neighbourhood, have you misunderstood
The sun is beating down, my confidence is down
There’s fire all around
Motel prison bars, welcome mat that says
You’re in L.A.
You’re in L.A.
I see the sign on the hill it once sold real estate
Holly wood what a dump, cannot believe its this way
Another sex shop, tourist hock, bible mock
Walked on a thousand stars, who are they anyway
You’re in L.A.
You’re in L.A.
You’re in L.A.
I’m feeling underwhelmed, I’m feeling oversold
Don’t believe what you’re told
You’re in L.A.
I’m feeling underwhelmed, I’m feeling oversold
Don’t believe what you’re told
You’re in L.A.
I’m feeling underwhelmed, I’m feeling oversold
Don’t believe what you’re told
You’re in L.A.
I’m feeling underwhelmed, I’m feeling oversold
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Santa Monica to Venice Beach
Freaks roll pass on anything
Just like in a movie scene
Doctor Weed’s in, better take a seat
Shores of Venice Beach, no lands in between
From where the bird carried me, To my cousin to see
I think it’s clear to see, apple falls near the tree
Santa Monica to Venice Beach
Jesus is back this is his scene
Jamaican dress to his feet
He just checked out with Doctor Weed
Shores of Venice Beach, feet leave for the see
Waves crash above me knees, a swim away I could be
Lost in the ocean shared, Pacific waits gravely
Santa Monica to Venice Beach
Rolling on by any means
Hustle bustle a dime for the
Buy a pet rock get one for free
From the shores of Venice Beach, a thousand horizons disappear
I look towards a land, distant but always near
Shores of Venice Beach, such strange company
Santa Monica to Venice Beach
Every woman I turn to my surprise
Speaks a tongue in disguise
Californian girls you have upsized
Santa Monica to Venice Beach
Santa Monica to Venice Beach
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Homeless in Boston
03:43
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Homeless in Boston
Homeless in Boston
Homeless in Boston
You’re homeless in Boston
Just touched down from LA. Sleepless on a red eye plane
Checked in near the Red Sox play, I followed the red line part of the way
It’s nice to meet you Boston
Gentrification lines the streets. Costumed guides patrol the beat
Tourists follow intently, but the beggar he doesn’t count two feet
He’s Homeless in Boston
Biotech, innovative city
It doesn’t mean that much, when you’re sleeping rough
Crossed to the water edge. Saw some ducks floating there
Christopher Columbus Park presents, a green place to lay my head
Oh I’m just resting in Boston
The cradle of liberty. I read about your tea party
You fought for your freedom trail, but now your veterans you do fail
They’re homeless in Boston
Leader in philanthropy
But what about your own city
When you’re homeless in
Cold and homeless in
You’re homeless in Boston
Athens of America, with homeless scattered everywhere
Cardboard pleas at their feet, nameless as you flea
Oh you’re so happy in Boston
Human kindness they do seek, it’s not your coins its change they need
Compassion from so few, tired broke and hungry too
When you’re homeless in
Cold and homeless in
When you’re homeless in
You’re homeless in Boston
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North Adams
03:39
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How often in your life are you standing so magnificently
Exactly in the time and place, precisely where you want to be
Three sixty degrees all around, mountains effortlessly hold back
All of life’s distractions, the clouds they rise like smoke stacks
There’s no place in the world, I’d rather be
There’s nothing more tempting that I’d rather see
There’s no place in the world more perfect for me than
North Adams, no place I’d rather be, than
North Adams, surrounded country pristine
North Adams, I think I’ll catch some TV and then Wil-
Co co co co co co co co come with me
Being there I’m not alone, eight thousand like me on the tow
Rick, Jed and Mat share me some puff, buy them some Pils hope that’s enough
Pilgrimage, best to share, brothers, sisters everywhere
Darkened stage, now lights up, our sense shortly to erupt.
There’s no place in the world, I’d rather be
There’s nothing more tempting that I’d rather see
Being there is just perfect for me
Being There plait for me in
North Adams, no place I’d rather be, than
North Adams, surrounded country pristine
North Adams, I think I’ll catch some TV and then Wil-
Co co co co co co co co come with me
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Rochester
03:23
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Upstate New York, Lake Ontario, Rochester oh where to go
There’s a funeral parlour across the road, think I’ll stretch my legs and take a stroll.
All the houses they look the same to me, with an American flag and an SUV
Doors lock tight, deserted streets, another turns and retreats
Middle class American dream
Is this the middle class American dream
Misplaced silence unsettling, just the sound of air-conditioning
My presence makes a dog yelp, owner acts like I let Satan out
A couple approaches from down the street, they’re kind of shocked to see me
An outsider well obviously, not back and sides enough for this scene.
Middle class American dream
Is this the middle class American dream
Houses so pretty, the gardens pristine
To get the dream did you move upstate, for affordable real estate
Who needs the hassle anyway, big city’s not the place to stay
Upgrade your life, upgrade your wife, perhaps some plastic surgery, and
Keep the kids out of strife, with some cheap luxuries
Middle class American dream
Is this the middle class American
Middle class American
Middle class American dream
Halloween kids hit the street, safely doing their trick or treat
Four walls boxed soap, painted roof, but does your height your know the truth
Value’s in how you’re seen, better pain the house, keep the garden clean
Every body fights a battle unseen
Every body fights a battle unseen
Every body fights a battle unseen
Every body fights a battle unseen
Every body fights a battle unseen
Every body fights a battle unseen
Is this the middle class, American, dream
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Toronto
04:35
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Little Italy, corner College and Clinton
Drinking with Alan, Sammy and Spiro
Sammie works two jobs she, sell insurance
Spiro does some acting and wee laugh about his bit parts
Frankie walks in from Little Portugal
He’s telling tales although they’re probably true
Local bat fly she tries to have her way
If I’m ever that drunk I hope that I can’t play
Dopplegånger city ten thousand miles from home
Toronto, I never want to go, away from
Toronto, home so far from home
Toronto, Toronto oh oh oh
Bar tender didn’t catch her name
But she keeps my hydrated, all the same
Ohhh she’s a natural tease, she could
Sell tsunamis to the Japanese
Asks, like another, I say yes please
Her smile it sinks me to me knees
Ten years younger and I might have been game but
One more shot and I’m on my way, In my
Doppelgånger city ten thousand miles from home
Toronto, I don’t ever want to go, away from
Toronto, my home so far from home
Toronto, Toronto oh oh oh
Little Garden on Bathurst, quench my caffeine thirst
My throbbing head, hey it kind of hurts
They only take each, I’ve got no way to way, but
Lovely Marcia make my latte anyway
I return latter on to settle the bill
Marcia’s not in but hey still
Another serves me and to my surprise
She’s super friendly and she pleases my eye
Toronto you do it in style
Doppelgånger city, ten thousand miles
Toronto you do it in style
You’re my doppelgånger city, ten thousand miles from home
Toronto
One fifty years tomorrow sorry I cannot stay
I’d really like to celebrate your birthday
But to another, well you know, I have to go
I’ve got a feeling that it ain’t going to end so well
Ten hours on the ninety-five
Got some tunes with me to help with the drive
So long friendly Toronto
Hey but I’ll be back much longer next time, to my
Doppelgånger city ten thousand miles from home
So long Toronto, sorry I have to go
Far from Toronto
Home away from home
Toronto, Toronto, oh oh oh…..
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Zig zag across a thousand highways
Thank god for all night check in at my stay
DIY theme park drive by
Another church sign tells me how to live my life
Be the person your dog thinks you are
take the bread of christ or end up in a toaster
I think Jesus christ is an American
Baptise, nationalised, evangelised
Yeah Jesus Christ is an American
Commercialised, stylised held up so high
Any day now he’ll be back again
Walking your flat earth from end to end
On top of water he’ll appear to glide
It’s an oldie, but it gets them every time
Feed the poor bread fish and wine
He’ll save your soul but he won’t save mine
Raise your soul to hear my friend
Father like son, god is an American
Thank god, god is an American
Thank god, god is an American
Thank god, god is an American
Thank god, god is an American
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Philadelphia
02:33
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All nations they line your street
Skyscrapers with sharpened teeth
Modern city kind of futuristic
History wedged in characteristic
Philadelphia do you speak to me
Your heartbeat is not so clear to see
Philadelphia do I hear from you
The murmur I hear, I’m not so sure its true
Like the rivers of Babylon
In between is where you belong
Near one bank I see a weeding throng
Beneath the veil what could be wrong
Philadelphia I sense there’s something wrong
Your identity is not so strong
Philadelphia you could be so much more
Did you settle for what came along
A kiss to the lips, held so long
A kiss for view, is so wrong
A kiss with you would not last so long
A kiss long lost, a kiss long gone
Philadelphia I’ll soon say goodbye
My stay was nice but not a high
We could have been so much more
But now my bus awaits, it’s time to say goodbye
Bye bye, and take,
The Greyhound to the big apple in the sky
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New York
02:44
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Edge of Chinatown, mix match all around, lower east side bound
Dealer borrows my ear, offers coke as I near, I’m on my way
Drinking beer as I leer, the beauties they pass near, my state of mind is clear
Hold her down forcibly, with her consent obviously, I’m just a toy for her needs
A tempo just right for me, I love this city, must be New York
It’s a spider’s web, be a cheeky insect, or you’ll get caught
Manhattan town, people all around, must be, must be New York
Tall sexy gawly, feel kind of stalky, oriental delight
Jump suit parachute, she looks awfully cute, I love her Jewish nose it’s alright
Staring awkwardly so, she’s looking at me oh no, just a glancing blow
Cashmere and afronese, a visual tease, take a chance to proceed I just might
A tempo just right for me, I love this city, must be New York
It’s a spider’s web, be a cheeky insect, or you’ll get caught
Manhattan town, people all around, must be, must be New York
Green leather boots, I think she’s from Brazil, walks towards me with a smile
Well she a traveller too, likes to look at and do what locals pass a thousand times
Ribbon round her neck like a Christmas present, unwrap her anytime
They all do my mind, that’s why I’m doing time, waiting for my surprise
A tempo just right for me, I love this city, must be New York
It’s a spiders web, be a cheeky insect, or you’ll get caught
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Nolita
04:23
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Oficina Latina, this vino is never through
Bartender’s making sure of his tips, he’s sure to get his due
You must have had a couple, for you ask me about you
You claim I put you on a pedestal, I’ll have to think that through
We had some fun in Boston, expectations seemed almost true
You drove me mad in Toronto, I needed time and space from you
We lost our way upstate, and Philadelphia dragged on too
Ain’t it funny how things work out
Sitting in a bar, drinking with you in Nolita
Oficina Latina, shots appear from out of the blue
Bartender’s making sure of his tips, you know he’ll get what’s due
You smile at me, and I laugh at you
Tensions obliterate, I think we always knew
You can’t scam a scammer and you should never steal from a thief
Aquarian you, aquarian me, contrary relief
That fall you took in Manhattan, it left you all black and blue.
It’s funny how things work out
Sitting in a bar, drinking with you in Nolita
Oficina Latina, this wine glass is always full
Ain’t it funny how things work out
Sitting in a bar, drinking with you in Nolita
Sitting in a bar, drinking with you senorita
Ain’t it funny how things work out
Ain’t it funny how things work out
Ain’t it funny how things work out
Sitting in a bar, drinking with you in Nolita
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Chicago
04:10
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Touch down in O’Hare, my last stop city, I’ve got one last care
I got some help to pay my fare, caught the train, got off at Logan Square
Enchilada and local beer, sitting at this bar I recall just why I’m here
I consult my second brain, to see if my destination’s near
Char Dham, Jerusalem
Don’t need either of them when I’m in Chicago
Walk Milwaukee Avenue, grab a coffee and I buy a record or two
You drove this road a thousand times, I’ll walk it once to savour all that passes by
Turn right and start again, my journey’s far from over kind of hope it never ends
Thrift shop, corner shop, turn around, look aloft
What else could I do in Chicago
Mecca, Kanwar
My journey afar, well it’s to Chicago, Chicago
What else could I do in Chicago
What else could I do in Chicago
What else could I do in Chicago
What else could I do in Chicago
Eat at D’Candela, I suppose you get your drugs from that Walgreens
I scout around out of sight, it’s not my ambition to be seen
Four pale brick walls, some might say not much to see
But the magic from up above, well it’s inspired many just like me
Mashad, Maherabad
Oh I’m so glad, to be in Chicago
Chicago
Oh I’m in Chicago
Chicago
What else could I do in Chicago
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Back In L.A.
01:07
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College, military or obsolete
serve your country, serve your county or you’re not complete
Privileged few rule you even if your elite
College, military or obsolete
Back in L.A.
College, military or obsolete
Back in L.A.
Educate, medicate, incarcerate
Back in L.A.
Think tank, higher rank, walk the plank
Back in L.A.
College, military or obsolete
Cocaine, amphetamine, crack ice scene
Trophy wife, affirmative strike, gang life
College, military or obsolete
Back in L.A.
College, military or obsolete
Back in L.A.
College, military or obsolete
Back in L.A.
College, military or obsolete
Back in L.A.
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No Free Will in America
04:43
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Keep the masses, the illusion of a dream
Hapless lower middle class, sweep the streets and keep them clean
Aspiring to serve others, negotiated slavery
Born into your classes, serving subordinately
Health and Education, out of reach for ordinary. You
Want to be the president, oh don’t believe the story
Unless you are an actor, and B grade or a billionaire, and
Corruption is something, for which you have a flare
No free will in America
There’s no free will in America
Can’t see your free will in America
Where’s your free will in America
Hungry and unsheltered, another night sleeping tough
Once you served your country, now you beg for all you’ve got
Free entrance to museums, but first you must have a wash, to see
Immortalised masterpieces, what more could you want
Sexual exploitation, in a family restaurant
Waitress serves half naked, boy ten years, looks on
I try to lift my gaze but I’m, more than than I want
She came for opportunity, is this all she got
No free will in America
There’s no free will in America
Can’t see your free will in America
No free will in America
So much for your liberty
I thought you were, the land of the free
I hear a beggars cry, he’s hungry, while in a restaurant I do feed
Guilt finally gets to me, must offer food to relieve
Fried chicken wings and fries for you, a handshake I offer too
Your trust flees as I near, what could have caused this fear
Existing out in Binghamton, on disability
I’ll hold my pity, a useless currency
Down and out city, no postcards to be found
Trouble should be brewing, voices they seem drowned
No free will in America
There’s no free will in America
No free will in America
Can’t see your free will in America
Where’s your free will in America
Oh There’s no free will in America
No free will in America
Can’t see your free will in America
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