Unfolding Above Celibate Moon (Los Angeles Nursery Rhyme) - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Weakness, I wouldn’t pay them any mind

Not to what Hollywood says or what Hollywood does

You see it’s no good trying to be someone you’re not

Half-baked prejudice, capture the flag

It seems that I’ll be your mirror, I’m still your fag

The drugs out here are too strong or they’re never enough

And when Annabelle cried for the sixth time

I fled to the stoop to take in nursery rhyme

Unfolding above celibate moon that would hide away

Right there in front of me

Annabelle said, «Back inside.

What you want with the moon?»

Covered up in television interview smoke

I could be in LA, Ma, I really don’t know

Anyway, it’s somewhere there’s no telling who does the selling and who gets

straight bought

Lately, the stars have all been swallowed by the clouds and

The charlatan whispers replaced by the sound of your castaway cry

Neither lost nor found but forever learning

These days I take my time (maybe too long) and shine my shoes first

As the wine stains me toothless, and your crying don’t hurt

The lie that takes me home could well wrap around the earth

As your eyes speak of darts in the sky we through ages before

We through ages before

We through ages before

We through ages before