Cinematic

I begin with Culver City

Where the handsome faggots make pretty, pretty

Empty lots, secrets well kept

Nothing standing but the frame of a set

Some things are built to withstand regret



It was cinematic

How we loved

Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up!



She wore off like a prom dress

Heels a kickin', short hair a mess

Painted nails for turning tricks

Throw something hard, something stick

Throw nothing, no, nothing slips



Tip and tuck down the 99

The pedal pushed down the entire time

You’re running scared 'til your ceiling falls

Banging her head, wrists rubbed raw

Addicted to something we never saw



It was cinematic

How we loved

Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up!

Closeup

Yeah



Off the freeway Dreamland burns

The ultimate take in the land of returns

With a glycerine smile and a tear for tragedy

Something grand Judy left for me

Nothing more than box office history



It was cinematic

How we loved

Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up!

Closeup

Closeup

Yes, Closeup



I begin where Garland died

Looked like a child all her life

I begin where Garland died

Looked like a child all her life

So will I