Rap meets electronica meets blues. Life in LA never looked so good...
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...
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
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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
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