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  1. Leaving L.A.

From the recording Leaving L.A.

Leaving L.A. is a song that expresses the mundane realities of urban life with a touch of the sublime. The stark harshness of the daily grind is contrasted with a dreamlike vision of lost love, a haunting vision that transports us beyond the metropolitan surface noise of freeways and AM radios. The background chorus and saxophone solos lend an eerie subtext to the contrapuntal texture.

Lyrics

Leaving L.A.
No matter what you say,
I’m leavin’ L.A.
I got to get away,
Everybody’s driving me crazy!
 
Ooh, ooh, ooh-wee-ooh, ahh!
 
Well I’m a working man babe,
ain’t got no day time at all.
And you’re a working girl babe,
ain’t got no play time at all.
 
I saw you once while in a dream,
While the sun did rise the telephone did ring.
I heard your voice and I know you said my name.
On the front porch where we said goodbye,
Not a car drove past, not a tear fell from your eye.
 
No matter what you say,
I’m leavin’ L.A.
I got to, I got to get away,
Everybody’s driving me crazy!
 
Ooh, ooh, ooh-wee-ooh, ahh!
 
Well I’m a workingman babe,
ain’t got no day time at all.
And you’re a working girl babe,
ain’t got no play time at all.
 
Ooh, ooh, ooh-wee-ooh,
Ain’t no reason why!
 
Bom, ba-bom, ba bomedy bom, bom
Bom, ba-bom, ba bomedy bom.
 
No matter what you say,
I’m leavin’ L.A.
I got to get away,
So I’m leaving today,
I’m leaving L.A.!
 
Well I’m a workingman babe,
ain’t got no day time at all.
And you’re a working girl babe,
ain’t got no play time at all.
 
Bom, ba-bom, ba bomedy bom, bom
Bom, ba-bom, ba bomedy bom.