Rather frantic, just like driving in L.A.
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Barry is an independent artist in Los Angeles, California with roots in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and a history of travel around the world and lives lived in San Diego, San Francisco and LA. These places and times inform his music with depth and authenticity.
A singer-songwriter with skills in guitar and bass, Barry records in his private studio with help from a few artists from his storied past.
Story behind the song
This started out as a country song - but it rapidly turned into an ode to the joys of driving in LA.
Lyrics
I've been driving like I'm in it for an hour 20 minutes and I haven't even seen a green field
This five lane highway is goin my way, but its nothin but dysfunction and steel
You gotta be Zen or the road will suck you in, the stop and go murders your soul
A flash of steel, youre blind behind the wheel, as you sneak past the Hollywood Bowl
Night lights everywhere, the sky is chinaware, aint no stars I can see
The moons up high in an aluminum sky, but you cant see it for the debris
The 405 is awake and alive, even at three a.m.
But by 5:15 its jacked up and mean, everybodys at it again
The air is better than it was last year, but its worse than I need it to be
Two hours of drivin just to get outa town, thats Los Angeles.
The truck is an explosion, their music is corrosion, their lights burn the back of my neck
I cant go faster, gonna be a disaster, bubbas cruisin for another wreck
Pull over to the shoulder, before they roll me over, and they blow past like Air Force One
I bite my lip and resume my trip, thank god I dont have a gun
Towers in the sand and donuts by the desert, I cant find my wallet or keys
Nothings where its supposed to be, here in Los Angeles.
Im lookin to find me a forest, Im lookin to find a lake
(Im) lookin for dark and a sky full of stars, some quiet for quiets sake!
For the duration, Ill take my medication, its supposed to help with the stress
Ask my physician, thats the price of admission, if you wanna get through this mess
Another oxycodone, a hiccup in my breastbone, my body dont fit me right
So I take my pills and I scan the hills, the airport rumbles all night
Sirens in the street, upstairs big feet, it's hard for me to feel at ease
Just another Tuesday night, here in Los Angeles.
