Shit, dude, I know there's another song out there that refers to "the city of angels," but I said "fuck it," and recorded this anyway. I mean, I got this song from a dream, and when the dream calls and tells you to do a song, you'd better heed that dream's advice. It seems like the only good advice these days comes from dreams. These days dreams are saying "Stop fucking around."
This is another one of those depressogenic songs. Sorry if it makes you depressed. But the dream told me to record it.
The vocals ain't all the way perfect, but the funny thing is I don't give a shit, cuz there's something poignant about the imperfectness of the vocals. I dunno. Maybe I'm fooling myself.
Anyway, I should give a brief description about this song. It's a depressing song about LA. Poopity poop.
