[00:00.00] 作词 : Gibbard
[00:13.69]I'm in Los Angeles today...
[00:16.63]It smells like an airport runway.
[00:20.37]Jet fuel stenches in the cabin
[00:23.12]And lights flickering at random.
[00:32.44]I'm in Los Angeles today...
[00:34.00]Garbage cans comprise the medians of freeways always creaping
[00:42.31]Even when the population's sleeping.
[00:52.94]And I can't see why you'd want to live here.
[01:03.75]I'm in Los Angeles today...
[01:06.94]Asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble breathing
[01:12.94]And he said "It varies from season to season, kid."
[01:23.07]It's where our best are on display...
[01:26.19]Motion picture actors' houses
[01:29.94]Maps are never ever current
[01:36.00]So save your film and $15.
[01:46.38]And I can't see why you'd want to live here.
[01:50.00]Billboards reach past the tallest buildings,
[01:56.60]"We are not perfect - but we sure try."
[02:03.72]As UV rays "degraded" our youth with time.
[02:15.00]
[02:34.16]The vessel keeps pumping us through this zentropic place
[02:35.85]In the belly of the beast that is Californ-i-a,
[02:39.41]I drank from a faucet and I kept my receipts
[02:43.79]For when the weigh me on my way out
[02:46.66]Here nothing is free
[02:48.65]The greyhounds keep coming
[02:51.15]Dumping locusts into the street
[02:53.52]Until the gutters overflow
[02:54.78]And Los Angeles thinks,
[02:58.65]"I might explode someday soon."
[03:02.66]
[03:19.17]It's a lovely summer's day
[03:25.29]And I can almost see a skyline through a thickening shroud of egos.
[03:41.92]Is this the city of Angeles or demons?
[03:44.30]Here the names are what remain...
[03:48.80]Stars encapsulate the gold lame
[03:49.86]And they need constant cleaning for when the tourists begin salivating.
[04:00.80]You can't swim in a town this shallow - you will most assuredly drown tomorrow.