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Hollywood Blue
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Hollywood Blue |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Hollywood Blue Hollywood turned blue over the hills, sweaty CEOs suffer for you I'm here, baby I feel like a footprint on 7th Avenue and I'm crushing like a cigarette rushing headlong into you I can't help it I'm selfish The buzz in my brain is true and I'm counting up heartbeats to get to you it's like a nuclear war the grey-black emotions I'm shipwrecked upon I'm helpless in the midst of red lights I just need a sweet smile and a shot in the arm I'm happy but not for me My bed smells like you it's as fair is a knife in the back what you said isn't true my love was never an act put on for the sake of saving face up and down Bellagio I pace looking for the saint in you a busride blurs the morning dew and I can't resist it at all I trace the faint shadow of a kiss on my cheek give me a call give me a chance to explain, I'm getting weak I hunger I hunger for you Hollywood blue is like... oh, what's it like to me? A tire on fire in the rain driving seagulls insane what's it like to feel like me? Oh no, don't look now I need your stupid heart get through somehow and we can get back to the start ah, let's rip it all apart and throw it at the stars but you can't see them the pollution moon is in my way I guess that's all I can love on a lonesome Sunday Down to the gutter with me down to the bottom of the sea and you can't see honey eyes, just give it a little time it's an icy freeway and blazing true love can't stop on a dime I don't want to hurt and what's more, I don't want to hurt you Hollywood blue calling I'm dripping off the ceiling and the sun hides in the west is this real or just a test, and what'll tomorrow bring Ah, but don't you look now I'm needing your warmth and to get through somehow out of my mind and into your heart let's rip it all apart for a new start I'm counting all the cars that race away to discover spring the greening of me is underway I guess that's all I can write about on a ragged Monday C'mon now get through somehow Hollywood blue is calling to you and so am I transform my cries into clouds in the sky you won't die if you give it a try I feel like a drumbeat on 7th Avenue peeling my eyes for you to brighten in Hollywood blue "I'm the soul drifter, and I'm out of this town, ain't no use hangin' round, you see" -- Lindsey Buckingham, 'Soul Drifter' |
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exhale Senior Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 646Alberta,Canada |
Lovvved this! I mean the word play alone, geez, great write  |
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