Al Stewart - Electric Los Angeles sunset

Shots split the night, a bullet lodged in his brain


He must have died instantly, he felt no pain


A crowd quickly gathered to the feast of the gun


Waiting for the ambulance and cops to come


Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm


Sirens wail in the concrete


Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm


Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh





Headlight lit the faces by the tabernacle door


Gazing at the bloodstains on the damp sidewalk


As the crowd turned to go, a man was heard to say


"He must have had it comin' to him anyway"


Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm


Blood wagon rolls through the dragnet


Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm


Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh





Cadillacs roll through the smoggy perfume


The buildings are choking on oxygen fumes


Evangelists praying in rented rooms, in the afternoon


Which way do the signposts read


African eyes in the sunrise


The gates of the city are rusted over and mouldering


The violence of the evening decays into the night


While shadows press like moths against the neon light


Movie queues diffuse into the Cinerama haze


While libertines read pornozines in street cafes


Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm


The madman swings in the pulpit


Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm


Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh