Leaving LA by Tim Minchin and Tee Ken Ng




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Premiered Mar 12, 2020

Music and Lyrics by Tim Minchin. Film by Tee Ken Ng.
Stream/Download: https://timminchin.ffm.to/leavingla

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: https://www.timminchin.com/2020/03/13... and there's a short film about how Tee Ken Ng made this extraordinary video here: https://youtu.be/0ZMXOjUWsQM.

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

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

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