So Much For Hollywood / Bring Back the Sun / Goodbye, Los Angeles (G. Wade) (you better bring your C, S, N, and sometimes Y to *this* party!) so much for hollywood nothing good happens as it should too wrapped up in credit cards and perfect yards it was just too hard to save for the future to go where there's no snow we were too sure we would both be together to go bring back the sun i miss its splendor/candor i miss the clarity that it brings i miss the warmth of its rays its rays adore me its rays score me poor me Make it stop raining I've had enough so much for making plans and shaking hands too busy taking stands so much for our big chance it was nothing fancy but it was romance or... so much for romance there's no second chance once you leave this dance bring back the sun i miss its candor i miss the way it makes birds sing i miss the length of the days those days are over leaves cover clover and moreover it seems like it's getting colder the wind doesn't feel refeshing anymore so much for going west but i need(ed) a rest to get this off my chest... (the second, complete different part of this song is from "Goodbye, Los Angeles" but gets built up, after an instrumental bridge, here...) Goodbye, Los Angeles You can keep your disdain I tried your style But couldn't stand the shame Too many power lines Too many power plays [staccato thumps] Too many powerful dreams I watched broken each and every day And every night (up 1/2 step) Every angel falls I'd rather live under an overpass In Minneapolis Then stay another midnight here Dodging flaming, falling bliss The traffic here is killing me Though I can't afford a car But the sun keeps on roasting me as I crawl along the tar Counting bodies Where (^0.5) every angel falls So long, Los Angeles A hex on your shores No regrets that I can't comprehend Now that you've lost your allure Too many palm trees Too many palms out Too many palms shoved into my face, each and every one, represents how Every day Every angel falls