(theme from) carjack fever by Harvey Danger
ThereÃ¦Å Â¯ a bright white light
To shine shine on all the dim bulbs in the crowd tonight
And thereÃ¦Å Â¯ a thin yellow line to separate the fast lane
And thereÃ¦Å Â¯ a man I know,
heÃ¦Å £l take apart your engine if you ask him right
LetÃ¦Å Â¯ empty all the minibars and leave this town in flames.
HeÃ¦Å Â¯ starving for attention, She's swallowing her pride.
Bitter gall for bleeding ulcers, attitudes you canÃ¦Å Â° abide.
A sentence fragment city, a poor excuse for a life of crime.
This is not a road picture, we are not amused (or surprised).
You donÃ¦Å Â° need a passport to know what state youÃ¦Å Â®e in.
She wore barrettes of many colors in her many-colored hair.
ThatÃ¦Å Â¯ not the point--they only notice what you wear.
She said, "the moon is a toenail,
the stars are a guardrail, my heart is a sandpail...
And youÃ¦Å Â®e toluca lake."
Stop the traffic! Bend the time!
WeÃ¦Å Â®e heading into territory
Too ugly to explore (but theyÃ¦Å Â³e both been there before).
He quotes nathanael west.
She tries her best, but canÃ¦Å Â° find a mouth to grin with
Ã¦â€¦ï¢œause a tragedy requires a little greatness to begin with...
You are ill wind, You blow no good;
A p**sant under glass, an airport neighborhood.
Earthquake survivor, feral youngsters smoking tea.
Spit in your hands and see you splinter every tree.
Culver city! Beachwood drive! Vesper avenue! hey hey!
The needle on the radiator rising as the road inclines.
The scene is going nowhere fast; heÃ¦Å Â¯ shooting highway signs.
She carves her sorry epitaph, a carjack fever scrawl:
"If you only live in movies maybe you donÃ¦Å Â° really live at all."
You don't need a passport.?