Pick me up in Ventura, we'll make it to Malibu for sunset.
Take the 101 freeway, and don't be late.
It's odd how you can be so frantic about a moment you'll soon forget;
A moment of silent movies, so classic, so great.
Your car is the kind of new that can only share DNA with history books;
Vintage glamour mixed with old Hollywood looks.
But I feel a twinge; a celestial ache;
That everything and everyone around me is fake.
Under candy skies and purple rain;
Diamond earrings, pink champagne.
It's wonderful how lavish this life can be;
Poisoned chalices, so glamorous, lovely.
Dreams drift off in the pastel hues of dusk;
When is too much, too soon enough?
All I feel is love and fear in Hollyweird;
There's power and pain in my tears.
As night approaches like pilot season;
There's something so awful in the air.
I can't put my finger on it, I don't know the reason;
Eureka! You don't seem to care.
You briefly mention the actresses, the waitresses, the dancers;
And how they all aided a paparazzi-inspired fiasco.
But you slipped up, like a comic on a banana peel; I am the next occupational hazard.
Let me out of this car, I'll take my chances in Rio Lindo.
I feel a twinge; an earthly ache;
That everything and everyone around me is fake.
Under candy skies and purple rain;
Diamond earrings, pink champagne.
It's wonderful how lavish this life can be;
Poisoned chalices, so glamorous, lovely.
Dreams drift off in the pastel hues of dusk;
When is too much, too soon enough?
All I feel is love and fear in Hollyweird;
There's power and pain in my tears.
I will burn Los Angeles to the ground;
What will the Angels say with all these devils around?
As The Big One hits in a way nobody could've predicted;
Love and fear won't save you from scenes so apocalyptic.
Run to the nearest film studio while you still can;
There's better lighting there so you can livestream the end of days on Instagram.
I love the fear and I fear the love;
A product of the problem in Hollywood.
Under candy skies and purple rain;
Diamond earrings, pink champagne.
It's wonderful how lavish this life can be;
Poisoned chalices, so glamorous, lovely.
Dreams drift off in the pastel hues of dusk;
When is too much, too soon enough?
All I feel is love and fear in Hollyweird;
There's power and pain in my tears.
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Yellow
PoetryYellow is a spring-like coming of age drama as much as it is a grief-stricken horror movie. It is a laugh-out-loud comedy and also the cause of your tears. I invite you to sit down on your favourite couch, curl up and while away your sunrises or sun...
