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Hands in the Air
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Rap meets electronica meets blues. Life in LA never looked so good...
Charts
Peak #1,115
Peak in subgenre #108
Author
L.A.Jones
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L.A.Jones 2001
Uploaded
July 21, 2001
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MP3 3.3 MB, 128 kbps, 0:00
Story behind the song
Los Angeles is the city of dreamers. I have met so many people who have come here seeking fame and fortune, to become a pop star, to become a movie star, to write the perfect screenplay, to become a record producer. And while there are a few dreamers whose hopes far exceed their talent, it seems to me that most of the people seeking success in L.A. are truly passionate and truly talented. Through spending time in the L.A. music scene, I have heard hundreds of great songs, seen many great singers and performers, all of whom know deep down that they have something important to share with other people. They know beyond a shadow of doubt that their purpose in life is to pursue their goal, to dedicate their lives to their passion. Like them, I know that my purpose in life is to write music, and to somehow share my music with as many people as possible. But, obviously, there are so few opportunities for so many people. The sad reality is that most of us will never be able to attain our life's dream. And what then?... There's nothing else that I want to do. Ain't life unfair...
Lyrics
Every waiter is an actor with a future to land And every taxi driver writer has a script in his hand Tomorrow's Grammy winner is a singing valet And they say it's just a day in LA You know you've got a voice and so you shout aloud But you're sounding like a whisper in the massive crowd You're jumping and waving your hands in the air Cause you want to be a millionaire Hands in the air, yeah yeah yeah, You've got your hands in the air, ain't life unfair Eric was a clerk involved in county affairs But then he changed his name to Dallas and he left Delaware He moved into a studio on Sunset Strip And he thought it was the end of the trip Beverly began to hate the Walk of Fame At 45 she knew her fifteen minutes never came She drove up late at night and scratched her name in a star The next day they found her dead in her car chorus I, I can't count the days When my hopes were falsely raised A letter, a message, my ticket to rise But no... and why should I be surprised? I know I've got a voice and so I'm shouting aloud I'm sounding like a whisper in the massive crowd I'm jumping and waving my hands in the air And I know... that ain't life unfair chorus
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