Текст песни Rollins Band - L.A. Money train.

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14 minutes of blank verse from Henry Rollins =)

"Alright, everybody. We're here in Los Angeles in the wonderful Cherokee Recording Studios, and tonight we're gonna vent some steam and talk about this town. And hangin 'out and jammin' with us tonight is one of the great guitar gods of our time, none other than the brother Wayne Kramer. So, Jason, are you ready? Alright. One! Two! Three! Hit it! "

Yeah. I wanna talk about the LA Money Train. Hollywood, California. The place where people come to make it. The train makes many stops on its route. And many try valiantly to get on. Like the rock star from Portland, who works at the office supply store for years getting his hair together, waiting for that train to stop and take him to fame and financial excess. And then there's the actress from Houston, who's spend six years preparing for her big screen debut, by dancing naked on a stage, and ends up realizing her celluloid dreams by going straight to video, co-starring in "Ten Miles of Tough Tongue . "Hey, it's work. You gotta keep working. You gotta keep working it. Some people will do anything to get on. Sounds pretty wild, right? All aboard, y'all.
Yeah. Now what about that new visionary turned big spender, taking all those musical genres and puttin '' em in a blender? The music check he makes made the critics get up on their little hind legs and exclaim: "Now this is what's happening!" Ah! It's just more crap from a culture that's evaporating. Stealing from here and there. He's on the cover of every magazine with his dear caught-in-a-primetime-limelight stare. Really cosmic. Pretending to be totally unaware as to what all the fuss is about as the record company moves with ruthless efficiency and lightening speed to attract every last cent from his listenership before they move on to real drugs, sex, and suddenly find his music one hundred percent unnecessary. You know the situation. Feel free to choose one or utilize any combination. You loose your job. You get your ass kicked. Your woman leaves you. You spend a night in county jail. Reality gets all up in your face, and says: "Hey, man, the reds do." And all of a sudden that Offspring record just doesn't do it for you anymore. Did I just say that? Man! So what if it's true? Yeah. Money train. Money train. Just get on. Just get on the money train, man.

"But, fellows, you know ... You know we got brother Wayne Kramer here. So we gotta get outta the way, so he can step up and get into it. Alright, brother Wayne. You got it, man. Go ahead. Yeah. "

Yeah. Yeah. Alright. I wanna talk about some more people on the train. I wanna talk about some more people ridin 'that money train. You know sometimes failure brings success and I got the proof. I heard about a man, who's ridin 'on the train right now, who got kicked out of the 5th floor window and landed way up on the roof. Right time, right place, good rap, nice face. We have the same analyst. Loose your integrity, sell your soul, kiss the right (ass) and up you'll go. From the lofty heights you're residing in they look like ants and their flesh tastes just like chicken. Boy, if your friends could see you now. The ones back from the old town that you left to come out here to get on the money train. You know what they'd say? They'd say: "Uh, were your teeth always that straight and white?" Forget about it, man. As long as you're on the A-list you're in the mix, you're the man. You got the force, the power, the vision, the intensity, the focus, the drive. You are the master of your destiny. Sure to get what you want. Sure to get on that train. Sure to get on that train. Yeah.
You know, in this town, what you drive up in determines who you'll be driving home with. How you dress determines who you'll be undressing. Makes a man wanna get a nice car, cool clothes, and get in touch with his haircare pr