........  vicious circle  ........








L.A.Song








She hangs around the boulevard
She's a local girl with local scars
She got home late, she got home late
She drank so hard, the bottle ached

And she tried, and she tried, and she tried, and she tried
But nothing is clear in a bar full of flies
And she takes, and she takes, she takes, and she takes
And she understands when she gives it away, she says . . .

Man I gotta get out of this town
Man I gotta get out of this pain
Man I gotta get out of this town
Out of this town, out of L.A.

She's got a gun, she's a gun
She's got a gun she called the lucky one
She left a note right by the phone
Don't leave a message coz this ain't a home

And she cried, and she cried, and she cried, and she cried
She cried so long her tears ran dry
And she laughed, and she laughed, and she laughed, and she laughed
Coz she knew she was never coming back, she says . . .

Man I'm gonna get out of this town
Man I'm gonna get out of this pain
Man I'm gonna get out of this town
Out of this town and out of L.A.


It's all she loves
It's all she hates
It's all too much for her to take
She can't be sure just where it ends
Or where the good life begins

So she took a train, she took a train
To a little old town without a name
She met a man, he took her in
But fed her all the same old bullshit again

Coz he lied, and he lied, and he lied, and he lied
He lied like a salesman selling flies
So she screamed, and she screamed, and she screamed, and screamed
It's a different place, but the same ol' thing

It's all I loves
It's all I hates
It's all too much for me to take
I can't be sure just where it begins
Or if the good life lies within, she said . . . 

Man I gotta get out of this town
Man I gotta get back on that train
Man I gotta get out of this town
I'm out of my pain,
So I am going back to L.A.

Back to L.A.  . . . 
I'm going back to L.A. . . . 


By: Beth Hart