So I was feeling a little homesick the other day. . . I went for a drive and was listening to a CD that a friend of mine, Brian Rowe, produced in his old dorm room at Biola (he created a bunker of old chairs and discarded matresses to create this soundproof little coccoon where he'd mix together his songs. . . all original music and lyrics and such). Brian's 21 now, still looking to find himself and his call. He's someone I mentored back when I was working with youth and we still keep in touch. He's immensley talented and a little confused sometimes, kind of like someone else I know.
Hollywood
Half hour from Hollywood headlights on
Wrapped up in a warm car singing Paul Simon songs
And the night never gets black, but that’s all right with me, Andrea, Bonnie and Zach
It’s so surreal, but that’s how we feel here in Hollywood.
Sunset Blvd. Neon signs
Can’t find any parking, but walking is fine
And the night air is so cold, but here in Hollywood you die before you’re old
But we’re still young and the night’s not done here in Hollywood.
Chorus: Here in Hollywood I think I could sell, but I hear Hollywood is like Junior High in hell.
Every bum on the street is an ex-screenwriter
Every actor is a waiter at Denny’s diner
Maybe this Hollywood life’s a mistake, but I don’t care right now I’ve got this chocolate shake
I’ll drink it down and leave this town
Take the 101 out of Hollywood.
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