There is a city by the sea
A gentle company
I don't suppose you want to
And as it tells its sorry tale
In harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
Its streets and boulevards
Orphans and oligarchs it hears
A plaintive melody
Truncated symphony
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Oh ladies, pleasant and demure
Sallow-cheeked and sure
I can see your undies
And all the boys you drag about
An empty fallow fount
From Saturdays to Mondays
You hill and valley crowd
Hanging your trousers down at heel
This is the realest thing
As ancient choirs sing
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
Los Angeles, my love
Oh what a rush of ripe elan
Languor on divans
Dalliant and dainty
But oh, the smell of burnt *******
The dolor and decay
It only makes me cranky
Oh great calamity
Ditch of iniquity and tears
How I abhor this place
Its sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:06.95]There is a city by the sea
[00:11.92]A gentle company
[00:15.39]I don't suppose you want to
[00:20.03]And as it tells its sorry tale
[00:25.64]In harrowing detail
[00:29.07]Its hollowness will haunt you
[00:32.64]Its streets and boulevards
[00:38.17]Orphans and oligarchs it hears
[00:43.04]A plaintive melody
[00:47.85]Truncated symphony
[00:51.06]An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore
[00:55.47]Los Angeles, I'm yours
[01:01.10]
[01:10.74]Oh ladies, pleasant and demure
[01:15.52]Sallow-cheeked and sure
[01:18.96]I can see your undies
[01:24.85]And all the boys you drag about
[01:29.12]An empty fallow fount
[01:32.29]From Saturdays to Mondays
[01:37.67]You hill and valley crowd
[01:41.82]Hanging your trousers down at heel
[01:47.10]This is the realest thing
[01:51.10]As ancient choirs sing
[01:54.07]A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
[01:58.70]Los Angeles, my love
[02:03.64]
[02:53.52]Oh what a rush of ripe elan
[02:57.43]Languor on divans
[03:01.11]Dalliant and dainty
[03:06.61]But oh, the smell of burnt *******
[03:10.41]The dolor and decay
[03:13.97]It only makes me cranky
[03:20.00]Oh great calamity
[03:22.85]Ditch of iniquity and tears
[03:28.73]How I abhor this place
[03:32.81]Its sweet and bitter taste
[03:35.59]Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
[03:40.09]Los Angeles, I'm yours
There is a city by the sea
A gentle company
I don't suppose you want to
And as it tells its sorry tale
In harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
Its streets and boulevards
Orphans and oligarchs it hears
A plaintive melody
Truncated symphony
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Oh ladies, pleasant and demure
Sallow-cheeked and sure
I can see your undies
And all the boys you drag about
An empty fallow fount
From Saturdays to Mondays
You hill and valley crowd
Hanging your trousers down at heel
This is the realest thing
As ancient choirs sing
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
Los Angeles, my love
Oh what a rush of ripe elan
Languor on divans
Dalliant and dainty
But oh, the smell of burnt *******
The dolor and decay
It only makes me cranky
Oh great calamity
Ditch of iniquity and tears
How I abhor this place
Its sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:06.95]There is a city by the sea
[00:11.92]A gentle company
[00:15.39]I don't suppose you want to
[00:20.03]And as it tells its sorry tale
[00:25.64]In harrowing detail
[00:29.07]Its hollowness will haunt you
[00:32.64]Its streets and boulevards
[00:38.17]Orphans and oligarchs it hears
[00:43.04]A plaintive melody
[00:47.85]Truncated symphony
[00:51.06]An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore
[00:55.47]Los Angeles, I'm yours
[01:01.10]
[01:10.74]Oh ladies, pleasant and demure
[01:15.52]Sallow-cheeked and sure
[01:18.96]I can see your undies
[01:24.85]And all the boys you drag about
[01:29.12]An empty fallow fount
[01:32.29]From Saturdays to Mondays
[01:37.67]You hill and valley crowd
[01:41.82]Hanging your trousers down at heel
[01:47.10]This is the realest thing
[01:51.10]As ancient choirs sing
[01:54.07]A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
[01:58.70]Los Angeles, my love
[02:03.64]
[02:53.52]Oh what a rush of ripe elan
[02:57.43]Languor on divans
[03:01.11]Dalliant and dainty
[03:06.61]But oh, the smell of burnt *******
[03:10.41]The dolor and decay
[03:13.97]It only makes me cranky
[03:20.00]Oh great calamity
[03:22.85]Ditch of iniquity and tears
[03:28.73]How I abhor this place
[03:32.81]Its sweet and bitter taste
[03:35.59]Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
[03:40.09]Los Angeles, I'm yours