"And A Song For Los Angeles" as written by and Adam/warfield Bravin....
Somber southern the streets are cold eyes, watching ahead of them. With no good reason and not break down she sighs, and stares at the overpass. Full of other reasons she's leaving town she swears, that it will be better then. If only she could see it'll follow her always, and then it's suddenly overpass.

Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine! Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the sky line. Of a city that the angels found it fit to name. Against the black shine, a million little white lights! Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late night's. Still the voices cry, "Lover, it will be alright!"

Phil-lion city of privilege make believe until it becomes true. Following in traces of someone else's lies. But it doesn't become you. She said,� it's nothing filming yet,� and her body it seems to agree. As I vow to the stars on the sidewalk, though I don't know what you hope to see.

Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine! Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the sky line. Of a city that the angels found it fit to name. Against the black shine, a million little white lights! Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late night's. Still the voices cry, "Lover, it will be alright!"

She misses the seasons, and stay at home nights. Now you should have seen her bathed in sunset red lights. Please tell her,� I love her.� But the city won't change. It's cold and unflinching. Ever loving & strange.

Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine! Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the sky line. Of a city that the angels found it fit to name. Against the black shine, a million little white lights! Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late night's. Still the voices cry, "Lover, it will be alright!"
Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine! Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the sky line. Of a city that the angels found it fit to name. Against the black shine, a million little white lights! Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late night's. Still the voices cry, "Lover, it will be alright!"


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    General CommentHere are the proper lyrics: (with no offense the original poster, the singer's delivery makes it a little hard to understand the words)

    Ten-past seven
    The streets are cold eyes
    Watching ahead of them
    With no good reason to not break down she sighs
    And stares at the overpass
    Full of all the reasons she's leaving town she swears
    That it will be better then
    If only she could see it'll follow her always
    And then it's suddenly overcast.

    Love your troubled ways
    We can make them all mine
    Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the skyline
    Of a city that the angels found it fit to name
    Against the black shine
    A million little white lights
    Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights
    And the voices cry "Lover, it'll be alright... "

    Feel-young city of privilege, make believe
    Until it becomes true
    Follow in the traces of someone elses lines
    But it doesn't become you
    She said, "it's not a full moon yet," and her body it seems to agree
    There's a map to the stars on the sidewalk
    Though I don't know what you hope to see

    Love your troubled ways
    We can make them all mine
    Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the skyline
    Of a city that the angels found it fit to name
    Against the black shine
    A million little white lights
    Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights
    Still the voices cry "Lover, it'll be alright... "

    She misses the seasons
    And stay at home nights
    Man you should have seen her
    Bathed in sunset red lights
    Please tell her I love her
    But the city won't change
    It's cold and unflinching
    Ever lovely and strange

    Love your troubled ways
    We can make them all mine
    Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the skyline
    Of a city that the angels found it fit to name
    Against the black shine
    A million little white lights
    Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights
    And the voices cry "Lover, it'll be alright... "

    Love your troubled ways
    We can make them all mine
    Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the skyline
    Of a city that the angels found it fit to name
    Against the black shine
    A million little white lights
    Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights
    Still the voices cry "Lover, it'll be alright... "

    Fantastic song. Easily one of their best.

    How it got shuffled to b-side/bonus track status is beyond me.
    uberpsychoon December 28, 2013   Link
  • 0
    General Commentno comments!??!??!?!
    This song is amazing!!!!
    It just takes me over
    lovexyourxhateon April 21, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General CommentWhen I hear this I see a girl leaving her home (in LA) that she shared with her boyfriend, husband.
    She is leaving him, for reasons of her own.
    The guy still loves her, and is left with his love for her.

    The song speaks of the thousands of relationships in a big city like LA, and how they sometimes end, sometimes with, but sometimes without a reason at all.

    One of SWR best songs, discovered it very late
    Ti0k0on June 21, 2010   Link
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    General CommentThis song pulls on my heartstrings.
    exacerbatingon October 28, 2013   Link

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