We are in this concrete jungle…..
Riding on our concrete pathways leading to fucking what……..exactly ?
We’re all putting along in these metal, death trap, boxes…….
And it could be heaven without all this.
No wonder most people here are emotionally bankrupt and prisoner to what they have been told is real.
Fake and arrogant, no one is themselves and the place they live is a disgrace.
Supposed rich activists in the most polluted, un-environmental sewer around.
But no one says a thing……
No one makes a sound against the entertainment machine.
No, that would be rude and unpleasant to see,
Mainly because….then we wouldn’t have any movies, music or TV.
The real reason people first migrated here,
It’s up there beyond all of this madness and concrete, steel and despair.
Stop for a second and think…….
About what this place must’ve been before all this.
Before all these factories and corporations,
Before all the insanity of people with big, unfulfilled dreams.
Every person rolling along here has some dream…
Some far out fantasy…
That they will make it out in LA.
‘Hey man, I’m gonna make it I don’t care what you say.’
Well, I don’t care what kind of romantic spin you want to throw on this city, It’s not a place of bright lights and dreams come true.
It is not a place of star gazing and great experiences.
It is a place of the fortunate and the unfortunate, the obscenely rich and the devastatingly poor,
The lucky ones who have made it and the unlucky ones who never will.
Under all the fake ass, glitz and glam of Hollywood Boulevard….
Is a place of anger and frustration, hate, depression and disappointment.
But there is this ivy……….
It’s climbing over the walls of the freeway…
And creeping through the holes and the cracks in the concrete.
It’s like beauty is literally trying to break down the beams of this wretched & lonely place.
It’s covering one sign completely…..
I want to believe it’s reclaiming the city.
I hope it crawls down into that sewer…….
And covers Compton and Hollywood and Beverly Hills, all those rich, deviant assholes and all the gang bangers and all those fucking starving artists.
But then I realize, oh wait hey…..
I’m out in La and this place is never gonna change……………
And…Oh shit, wait, doesn’t all that sound a whole lot like what Phoenix is turning out to be for all of you and for me.
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Submission Name: Out In L.A.
