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Music and Lyrics by Tim Minchin. Film by Tee Ken Ng. Stream/Download: Leaving LA is the first single to drop from my as-yet untitled album, which will be released later in 2020. Lyrics below. And, for nerds, I’ve explained some of the local references and other stuff in a blog: and there's a short film about how Tee Ken Ng made this extraordinary video here: CREDITS Produced and Engineered by Daniel Denholm Recorded at Point Blank Sound Drums - Ben Vanderwal Bass - James Haselwood Guitar - Jak Housden Piano - Tim Minchin Backing Vocals - Sarah Belkner, Jak Housden Strings and Brass arranged by Daniel Denholm Recorded by Brent Clark @ Trackdown Studios Assisted by Rose MacKenzie Mixed by Tim Palmer @ ’62 Studios, Austin, Texas. Mastered By Steve Smart @ Studios 301 **Leaving LA** (Lyrics) Check the locks and leave the keys Mouldy bath masked with Febreze Something’s dead behind the refrigerator Some poor fuck will deal with it later I’ve spent the last ten weeks Squeezing out the sponge of friendships plugging leaks Talked until there’s no more to say I’m going away I’m leaving LA And the tourists say Please give me the directions to the Hollywood sign I always dreamt of coming here to see the Hollywood sign But on their way back down we’ll ask did you have a good time They’ll say it’s just some fucking letters on a hill I wander through the Bronson Caves One more OK coffee at the Oaks Gourmet I’ll watch the players at the UCB Trying to improvise their way out of ennui Walking trails in the creeping dark Up to the observatory in Griffith Park There’s too much light for stars anyway I’m getting out of this place I’m leaving LA I’m leaving LA And the studio executives who never made a thing Blaming others for their failures taking credit for their wins Wiping the blood of dumb artists from their chins singing Kid you oughtn’t take it personally On Hollywood and Vine a dime-store Spiderman Shouting at a stoned Emma Stone dressed a la La La Land And in the distance in both its glorious dimensions The sign projects its shadow on the hill Rushing by machine-gunned cops at LAX Malfunctioning departure board says we’re boarding next Belt off shoes off jacket off hat Don’t need the attitude but I quite enjoy the subsequent pat down And I’m sat down As the A380 engine roars Pushed backwards as this tube of monkeys rumbles forwards Looking forward to Another twenty hours on a plane Nothing but shit films and my brain I’ve been going slowly insane I've seen your sport and I don't wanna play I’m getting out of this place I’m getting out of this place I’m leaving LA And the actors at Gratitude drinking undrinkable juice And the agents taking ten percent in their sneakers and suits And the writers in their Teslas trying to punch up Act One Driving home on the 101 in the relentless fucking sun And the needy and the greedy and the homeless and horny And the deals done on treadmills at ten to six in the morning And the Captain’s on the PA saying look for the sign! But I find it’s just some fucking letters on a hill Just some really ugly letters on a pretty ugly hill I’m leaving LA I’m leaving ‘ell #TimMinchin #LeavingLA #ApartTogetherAlbum
