Kunci: G major
Intro 1
D
C
G
C
G
Verse 1
D
I left L .A. way back when,
when it was still breathing
C
To pitch a tent in Brooklyn,
and simulate a healing
surf the cold Atlantic
C
So I honked into Amsterdam,
G
said goodbye to the panic
I became a speculator
C
I looked up from a table,
it was twenty years later
G
So I jumped into a plane,
said take me to L .A.
C
G
I'll only be a week, I'm gonna sleep at
Le Artiste Café
Le Artiste Café
The Artist Café
See, I wanna see some friends
Who knew me way back when
All the girls are squeezing in
G
I wanna search for traces
Of all my ancient places
G
Holding court at my oasis
I shed a little tear
I break into a cheer
for a freaky one -act play
C
G
But most of all I'm thinking about the hang
at L 'Artiste Café
L 'Artiste Café
L 'Artiste Café
The pilot says we're gonna
have to taxi for an hour
C
The stewardesses got sweeter
and the passengers got sour
aided by Jim Beam
C
And the lullaby flight attendants
tryin' to part the 405
C
Helicopter gargoyles broadcastin' it live
G
A policeman with fangs says,
are you in a gang?
C
No, but do you know the way
G
D
to Les Artistes Café?
Le Artiste Café
Le Artiste Café
Le Artiste Café
Second dream,
I'm crawling across a sidewalk made of sand
canteen in my hand
G
People waiting for a bus,
just melting to the fray
G
is it hot enough for you today?
selling oranges and peanuts
C
It's really Raymond Chandler,
but the secret's just between us
G
So I take over the store,
and we sell metaphors
that Ramon moves out the hood
With the mondo spread, the waterbed,
He says, remember that day we met
G
D
to L 'Artiste Café.
L 'Artiste Café
L 'Artiste Café
L 'Artiste Café
I wake up in the plane,
cleaning crew thinks I'm insane.
Sir, this way to baggage claim.
government
interested in me.
C
Twenty hours later she says,
And the driver looks 13
C
Decked out in some finery
That I ain't never seen
G
All that metal in her face
Made it clear to me
C
G
That she had a magnetic Personality
D
She said she had a day job
And a respectable chain
C
I said, you're flippin' burgers
She said, coffee, tea, and pain
She said, yeah, it's okay
G
Working days at L 'Artiste Café
L 'Artiste Café Incorporated
She says, where you going?
I said, back to LAX
C
She says, what's the problem?
I said, it's way too complex
G
Said, don't be disappointed,
the future's hit and miss
G
I said, it goes like this
D
I left L .A. way back when,
when it was still breathing
C
To pitch a tent in Brooklyn
and simulate a healing
surf the cold Atlantic
C
So I hung tent to Amsterdam,
G
said goodbye to the panic
I became a speculator
C
I looked up from a table,
it was twenty years later
G
So I jumped into a plane...
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