Nicolette Aubourg

Lyrics

City of Angels
(I lived in the Hollywood hills for a long time. I found the natural images and the creative history of the people who’ve lived there very inspiring…)

The ghosts of the hills hang their misty breath
on trees that wait for rain.
Red-tailed hawks bear the cry of idols
long since gone, -
now immortalized
in digital.

Desolate, spectacular,
ominous, promising:
land of plenty,
plenty of pain.

A place called the City of Angels;
a place called the City of Angels, -
waiting, waiting for rain.

The mystery of the hills as they wind within
the secrets of the minds of that dwell therein,
will deepen still, deepen still.
And the trees that brace the desert sun
forget their roots that began in different lands,
and call this their home.

A place called the City of Angels;
a place called the City of Angels, -
waiting, waiting for rain.

Some are forsaken, forgotten, forgiven here.
Some are the lost souls watching through a coyote’s eyes -
waiting, waiting for rain;
waiting, waiting for rain.

Words & Music by Nicolette Aubourg ©2005