From the recording America
Composed by Simon Rigoni
Performed by 2 Inch Tape
Simon Rigoni: Vocals, Electric Guitars,
Fiona Broussard: Backing Vocals
Mark Petrilli: Bass, Backing Vocals
Julia Bebenek: Drums
Samuel Cope: Hammond Organ
Kurt Mottershead: Backing Vocals
Lyrics
Cab driver from LAX questions my address
Not a tourist neighbourhood, have you misunderstood
The sun is beating down, my confidence is drowned
There’s fire all around
Motel, prison bars, welcome mat that says
You’re in L.A.
You’re in L.A.
You’re in L.A.
I see the sign on the hill it once sold real estate
Hollywood what a dump, I can’t believe it’s 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