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Great Songs

I heard a song this afternoon that I just cannot get out of my brain. I've been humming it for the past half hour. I'm sure that my office mate would have preferred I either 1) learn to carry a tune or 2) jump out our third floor window. If the windows actually opened, she might have helped me out onto the ledge.

At any rate, I don't know why this woman isn't wildly famous. She's incredible - Tracy Chapman meets Sheryl Crow.

Have a peek at the lyrics.
If you want to hear it, you'll have to buy the CD yourself or illegally download it (ssshhhh...I didn't say that.)

L.A. Song
by Beth Hart

She hangs around the boulevard
She's a local girl with local scars
She got home late
She drank so hard the bottle ached
& she tried
but nothin's clear in a bar full a flies
So she takes
She understands when she gives it away
She says
Man I gotta get outta this town
Man I gotta get outta this pain
Man I gotta get outta this town
Outta this town & out of L.A.
She's gotta gun
She got a gun she calls the lucky one
She left a note right by the phone
Don't leave a message 'cause this ain't no home
& she cried
She cried so long her tears ran dry
Then she laughed
'Cause she knew she was never comin' back
She said
Man I'm gonna get outta this town
Man I'm gonna get outta this pain
Man I'm gonna get outta this town
Outta this town & out of L.A.
It's all she loves It's all she hates It's all too much for her
to take she can't be sure just where it ends or where
the good life begins
So she took a train
to a little old town without a name
She met a man he took her in
but fed her all the same bullshit again
'Cause he lied
he lied like a salesman sellin' flies
So she screamed
it's a different place
but the same old thang
It's all I love It's all I hate It's all too much for me to take
I can't be sure where it begins or if the good life lies within
So she said
Man I gotta get out of this town
Yeah now I gotta get back on that train
Man I gotta get out of this town
I'm outta my pain
So I'm goin' back to L.A.

Comments

Brianne said…
Well consider me a criminal - I'm downloading it right now. :) I recently "bought" that Joss Stone album and I haven't had a chance to listen to more than the first song but it sounds promising. I really liked that Gap commercial. :)
I'm also really into the alternative scene - you should check out Goodnight, Goodnight by Hot Hot Heat. It's a winner.
7:37 AM
Brianne said…
Ooo! I forgot! This song is amazing, too. I Never by Rilo Kiley.
7:38 AM
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