Lyrics - Culver Moon by Browne Jackson

I live in a small town . . . deep in
LAAbout five miles north of where the
Lakers play
Everybody here's from someplace else
Working all together just like
Santa's elves
Baby,
Culver me
And
I'll
Culver you
When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew
When the lights are glowing with the mists of
June
And the whole world is lit up by the
Culver
Moon
Baby don't worry 'bout
Angelyne
She ain't the prettiest thing
I've ever seen
Nothing she wears ever fits her right
And her complexion is just a little too tight
And the way she looks down from so high above
Makes me think the poor child's never been in love
Baby,
Culver me
And
I'll
Culver you
When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew
When the lights are glowing with the mists of
June
And the whole world is lit up by the
Culver
Moon
Baby
I'm going to love you 'til the stars come down'
Til they park their limos and they walk to town'
Til the
L.
A. river overflows its banks'
Til the whole alternative nation bows its knobby head in thanks'
Til the fish are jumping in
Ballona
Creek'
Til the earth is inherited by the meek
Baby,
Culver me
And
I'll
Culver you
When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew
When the lights are glowing with the mists of
June
And the whole world is illuminated by the
Culver
Moon
Under the rainbow and behind
Versailles
From the aisles of
Fedco to the 405
From
MGM to
Veteran's
Park
Way down at
Chippendale's fumblin' in the dark
Where the ghostly specter of
Howard
Hughes
Hovers in the smoke of a thousand bar-b-ques
Baby,
Culver me
And
I'll
Culver you
When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew
When the lights are glowing with the mists of
June
And the whole world is lit up by the
Culver
Moon(c) 1996,
Swallow
Turn
Music/
Glad
Brad
Music,
Inc./
Eye
Cue
Music, adm. by
Almo
Music
Corp./
Bateria
Music/
Irague
Music,
ASCAP/
Neurp
Songs/
Faux
Music/
Longitude
Music
Co., all rights on behalf of
Faux
Music, adm. by
Longitude
Music
Co.,
BMI.

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