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Welcome To Nowheresville

(Bring Back The Real Don Steele)

I don't want to leave Mar Vista
Worse off than I found it
I'll take the leap of least resistance
Prometheus unbounded
There is no view of the ocean
Anywhere around here
Landscape void of mood or motion
West L.A. the backyard frontier

Mar Vista emblazoned with malaise
Dr. Demento the soundtrack of our days
We'll throw a party a barbecue in hell
Still be a wasteland
But we'll be too wasted to tell

'Cause when we party in Mar Vista baby
Everyone's high as a kite
If there's a party in Mar Vista darling
It goes on all night

But at first light
You face the reality
Of living unforgiving
In prefabricated spite
Welcome to Nowheresville
Pico & Sepulveda . . .

We stumble our way to Rancho Park
To find some soulless companions after dark
It's not Mar Vista but close enough for qualms
Things could be worse though
At least we're not living in Palms

'Cause when we party in Mar Vista baby
Everyone's high as a kite
If there's a party in Mar Vista darling
It goes on all night

But at first light
You face the reality
Of summer smog and dumb-ass dogs
(Some of those bitches bite)
Welcome to Nowheresville
Pico & Sepulveda . . .

All the stucco
All the sameness
All the semi-urban lameness
Wall-to-wall
(Like all the carpets)
Nowhere near La Brea Tar Pits
All the laundry
All the tennis
Ashen bogs like death in Venice
Dollhouse shacks and matchbox rentals
Icky kitschy incidentals
Make them godforsaken and removed from sight

But at first light
You face the reality
Of crappy bars and family cars
And sprinklers on all night
Welcome to Nowheresville
Pico & Sepulveda . . .