Hollywood Forever Songtext
von Tyler Lyle
Hollywood Forever Songtext
Sunset sky is leaving your hometown behind.
Those pine trees fade. The tiny cars, on their way.
They're almost there.
They're almost where?
What do you call the fear of being forgotten?
What if no one remembers your name?
What if we're just the food for the cotton,
the roots of the garden, one day?
Does it frighten or free us
to think the... the world doesn't need us, at all?
The valley is wide.
You can see its lights from the sky.
A silent shimmering earth,
and another young fool takes his turn
to arrive at LAX with that kickdrum in his chest.
What do you call the fear of being forgotten?
What if no one remembers your name?
What if we're just the food for the cotton,
the roots of the garden, one day?
Does it frighten or free us
to think the... the world doesn't need us?
And our memoirs,
are just kabarred(?)?
Our walk of fame, starlight, trophy wives?
Everybody's walking away, but
nobody knows what to say except
to make it clear, by God:
"I was here!"
But Hollywood knows where the stars really go.
It's not where you think;
all the parking is free.
And I'm not being clever
when I say, "Hollywood forever!"
What do you call the fear of being forgotten?
What if no one remembers your name?
What if we're just the food for the cotton,
the roots of the garden, one day?
Well we'll honk our horns.
Forget that we were born
naked.
Those pine trees fade. The tiny cars, on their way.
They're almost there.
They're almost where?
What do you call the fear of being forgotten?
What if no one remembers your name?
What if we're just the food for the cotton,
the roots of the garden, one day?
Does it frighten or free us
to think the... the world doesn't need us, at all?
The valley is wide.
You can see its lights from the sky.
A silent shimmering earth,
and another young fool takes his turn
to arrive at LAX with that kickdrum in his chest.
What do you call the fear of being forgotten?
What if no one remembers your name?
What if we're just the food for the cotton,
the roots of the garden, one day?
Does it frighten or free us
to think the... the world doesn't need us?
And our memoirs,
are just kabarred(?)?
Our walk of fame, starlight, trophy wives?
Everybody's walking away, but
nobody knows what to say except
to make it clear, by God:
"I was here!"
But Hollywood knows where the stars really go.
It's not where you think;
all the parking is free.
And I'm not being clever
when I say, "Hollywood forever!"
What do you call the fear of being forgotten?
What if no one remembers your name?
What if we're just the food for the cotton,
the roots of the garden, one day?
Well we'll honk our horns.
Forget that we were born
naked.
Writer(s): Jamison Tyler Lyle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com