Gabriel Kahane - Griffith Park (2800 E. Observatory Ave.) lyrics

You're on the porch amidst the pith Of seven rotten oranges And regrets that You unraveled after pulling them off the tree I drove through cardiac traffic to get here, Bodies hanging out of windows, gunned the throttle k**ed the bottle, all so's not, so's not to see My head was a sledgehammer The lawns were impeccably manicured, But the council found a blade Was out of place and that there'd be Hell to pay, today I'm here to exact revenge On behalf of all the overwatered greenery My luck, my love Survived the blast from up above. Her hand, her touch We'll soon find out what's left of us You'd been underground for most of seven years, Since the studio wars went nuclear They brought Mitchell from the nursing home To negotiate détente And in the aftermath they crawled out: Game show hosts and actors Holy ghosts and pastors Corn fed boys in leather, and an Alcoholic aunt Mankind, mistrust The balance sheets had all gone bust. But my luck, my love We'll soon find out what's left of us I wanna take you to Griffith Park I hear the radiation's falling We'll put a blanket on the overlook And watch the half-life neon crawling Though the leaves have all turned black, I'll put sunscreen on your back And we'll hike to the observatory And when we get through with the park I'll take you to the movies Though they haven't got concessions Or a picture on the screen And we will dance the darkened theater, And playing it from memory We'll run through Kiss Me, Deadly, and We'll laugh about the ending As we pantomime each scene