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Little America

from Little America by Leo London

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lyrics

I had to use my other, other credit card
Just after noon playing pool with my old girlfriend in the downtown bar
Or maybe it was you
I thought I saw your folks car parked
Outside the bank we used to joke about robbing
On the Boulevard

Cause we’re both day old bread and a glimpse at the good Good News
Neighbors, shout-fighting, and bad back tattoos of cartoons
Cu-de-sac kids in the backseat of a Chevrolet
With champagne taste
Paying someone else’s dues

In Little America
Close to the bone
Somewhat free
But mostly stoned
One foot on the platform
One foot on the train
In Little America with what little remains

But these cracked-up sidewalks and tar-mended lots still belong to us
The all-night diners, orange caps, broken glass and wheel-well rust
And history won’t even remember this, and neither will you; it’s just
Snuffed out with your cigarette shaky hands baby bumps

Cut the ring off my finger
I’ll cut the ring off of yours
We used to dream together
But we can’t sleep much and we don’t dream much anymore
And it will never be that good again, and it can’t go back to the way that it was before
And there’s no secret chord
David died, and we whipped and lashed and crucified the Lord


In Little America
Close to the bone
Somewhat free
But mostly stoned
One foot on the platform
One foot on the train
In Little America with what little remains

The sun came up
Sarah slammed the car door hard
Walked into the Ampm
While I tried to get the car to start again
Bought two packs of Winstons
She's the Bodhisatva of bad decisions
And 3 different scratch-its
Climbed back with one
In every digit
One ornate with Hollywood Stars
One had flags
With red and white bars
She handed me the other with the drag race cars
And said “I hope you're luckier than me”
And she scratched one arm with one hand
Scratched the tickets blew off the debris with a penny on her knee
But she didn’t win anything
And I didn’t win anything
She sat there
and crossed a thousand arms
She cracked the tension with a laugh
She said “You don’t plan to be a fuck-up
But one day you wake up
and that’s just who you are

In Little America
Close to the bone
Somewhat free
But mostly stoned
One foot on the platform
One foot on the train
In Little America with what little remains

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from Little America, released September 16, 2022
Leo London- Vocals, Piano, Optigan, String Synth, Baritone

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