LA Sandstone

A gray day in LA, gray day in LA
Santa Monica save me
need a way to lose the city
crawl up the rabid highway
virgin lands between the legs of heaven
drive the sycamore canyon snake
quiet land on the other side
coastal wind on cold bare skin
from LA to the gates of heaven
take me back ten thousand years
to poet souls who lived there
take me to the village, hidden
to gather seeds and play the game
come up from your valley prison
kiss the godess of the sea
celebrate a life worth living
free me from this forsaken city
their sacrificial reality
a gray day in LA, gray day in LA
got to get away



Copyright 1984 Schuyler Hupp All Rights Reserved