Topanga Canyon Blues

Well I rolled into the kaffeeklatsch but Jay and Paul weren’t there

Stymie poured the special blend that came from God knows where

it seemed that we agreed to meet, maybe I was wrong

you are leaving us behind already, this did not take long

And I am looking out the window as the salt air frosts the panes

dusting off the bleached-white bones and dredging the remains

you thought you was a hero, baby, you and your companion

they’re running gloss about you up and down Topanga Canyon

come on

Well we hear you played on Sunset Strip, they lined up out the door

for some cheap divertimento I ain’t never heard you play before

you made it look too easy, you made it look all right

there’ll surely be a hot old time in Fernwood tonight

But I am sweeping up the filters from a thousand cigarettes

and contemplating how much more ridiculous this gets

you thought you was outstanding, baby, you and your companion

blowing Santa Anas up and down Topanga Canyon

Palm trees line the avenues of all your waking daydreams

but those pink and purple stucco walls will seal you in

you’re thinking we are history

the stinging fades by cruel degrees

I might still show you a thing or three

but tell me, where would I begin?

Well someone thought about burning you in effigy for blasting off

and all the rest are pressing hard for telltale clues

you traded in your paints and easels

for Beamers with their turbo diesels

they ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of weasels

they ain’t fit to shine your shoes

Well we hear you played the Plaza and it really blew your mind

soon you’ll be in Edmonton—won’t that be just fine?

That contract just best guarantee that your ride was built to last

you used to have some friends down here but we are fading fast

And I am selling off my ticket stubs and my band memorabilia

you really used to touch us, now we cannot even feel ya

you taught us all a lesson with your newfound fast companion

but what’s that sticking to the walls upside Topanga Canyon?

I don’t know

Don’t ya think it may be smelling a little ripe?

Well, I don’t know you any more