L.A. Freeway
Escape the Concrete: Journeying from L.A. Freeway to Freedom
Lyrics
Pack up all your dishes
Packing up belongings, preparing to leave.
Make note of all good wishes
Taking note of positive thoughts or messages.
And say goodbye to the landlord for me
Saying farewell to the landlord.
That son of bitch has always bored me
Expressing displeasure with the landlord.
Throw out them L.A. papers
Discarding Los Angeles newspapers.
That moldy box of Vanilla Wafers
Getting rid of an old box of Vanilla Wafers.
Adios, to all this concrete
Saying goodbye to the urban environment.
Gonna get me some dirt road back streets
Seeking rural, dirt road landscapes.
I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Desiring to leave Los Angeles via the freeway.
Without gettin' killed or caught
Expressing the danger of leaving without harm.
Down that road in a cloud of smoke
Driving away quickly, leaving behind a cloud of smoke.
To some land I ain't bought, bought, bought
Heading to land not yet purchased.
And it's, here's to you, old Skinny Dennis
Toasting to someone named Skinny Dennis.
The only one I think I will miss
Identifying Skinny Dennis as the one to miss.
I can hear old bass singin'
Hearing a low, sweet bass singing.
Sweet and low like a gift you're bringin'
Comparing the bass to a precious gift.
Play it for me one more time now
Requesting the music to be played again.
Got to give it all you can now
Encouraging maximum effort in playing.
I believe every thing you're sayin'
Believing in the sincerity of the message.
Just to keep on, keep on playin'
Emphasizing the need to keep playing.
If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Reiterating the desire to leave Los Angeles.
Without gettin' killed or caught
Reiterating the dangers of leaving.
Down that road in a cloud of smoke
Reinforcing the image of departing quickly.
To some land I ain't bought, bought, bought
Reiterating the destination of unpurchased land.
And you put the pink card in the mailbox
Instructions to leave keys for the next occupant.
Leave the key in that old front door lock
Leaving keys in the front door lock.
They'll find it likely as not
Expecting someone to find the keys.
I'm sure there's somethin' we have forgot
Acknowledging potential forgetfulness.
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry, baby
Addressing someone named Susanna, asking her not to cry.
Love's a gift that's surely handmade
Viewing love as a special, handmade gift.
We got somethin' to believe in
Having something to believe in, suggesting it's time to leave.
Don't you think it's time, we're leavin'?
Encouraging departure.
If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Repeating the desire to leave Los Angeles.
Without gettin' killed or caught
Reiterating the dangers of leaving.
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
Reinforcing the image of departing quickly.
To some land I ain't bought, bought, bought
Reiterating the destination of unpurchased land.
If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Reiterating the desire to leave Los Angeles.
Without gettin' killed or caught
Reiterating the dangers of leaving.
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
Reinforcing the image of departing quickly.
To some land I ain't bought
Reiterating the destination of unpurchased land.
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