Miller time at the bar where all the English meet

She used to drink in the hills

only now she drinks in the valleys

where every road has a name like Beachwood Avenue, or so it seems

a Croydon girl could really hope to find a home

but with a thousand miles of real estate to choose from

you begin to see the value of your freedom...

The moon is bright in the haze above old Hollywood

deer look down from the hills

it's three o'clock in the morning

pill in hand you can hear his golden surfer boys

crying out mummy won't come out of the bathroom

and you'd hoped he'd say he's sorry if he hit you

but he's buried in the screenplay of his feature



Screen kiss, one screen kiss

straight from a film I forget who was in

screen kiss, one screen kiss

blue filter lens in a pool of vaseline

but all the rushes look the same

only there's a movie I wouldn't pay to see again

if it's the one with him in



You and I could be a mile above the earth tremors

hold to me and we'll climb

you could sneak out while he's sleeping

suicide in the hills above old Hollywood

is never going to change the world

never change it overnight

any more than the invention of the six-gun

any more than the discovery of Radium

or California tipping in the ocean