I got the roof tied tight, shiny buildings peak
The LA river swims, snorkels and knees
Seat belt sticks in the poison heat
My pores are opening
Making headlines again, Santa Ana Winds
Making headlines again, Santa Ana Winds
Take the elevator to the Getty's highest place
See the cliffs fall to the sea, do an about face
Easter on Olvera Street
Girls nursing new babies in alleyways
In between is a basin like the great divide
Where the 110 swallows the 105
Chutes and ladders leaving me where I begun
Like Joan Didion
Making headlines again, Santa Ana Winds
Making headlines again, Santa Ana Winds
Making headlines again, Santa Ana Winds
Making headlines again, Santa Ana Winds
You tore me up by the roots and fell silent again
My seeds have blown around but never land
You tore me up by the roots and fell silent again
My seeds have blown around but never land
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