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The camera's on them, they're in the land of competition. Southern California air feeds them. And they know they are best 'cause of the way they are dressed, But you can bet you are not welcome in their home. See there's a girl who sits and watches the world from her blue screen. Also a boy who truly wants to destroy his hometown scene.

They both want to travel to the land of competition. Southern California will destroy them, And they won't be the best, they'll be the poseurs who dress Like the plastic idiots who they copy. Tell me what do you need to make you happy? Indeed, is it out of your reach? Beware of number one, see all the damage it has done, there are so few of them.

You won't find too many in the land of competition. Southern California doesn't breed them. If you just want the best turn to yourself for the rest And forget about the ones who have it all.

Be careful of the ones who have it all. Los Angeles is Burning. This is another song about California wildfires, from the band's album The Empire Strikes First.

The flames are stunning The cameras running So take warning When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So many lives are on the breeze Even the stars are ill at ease And Los Angeles is burning". Bahari is a trio of female pop singer-songwriters and muscians that formed in Manhattan Beach in One member grew up in Kenya speaking Swahili and "Bahari" means "ocean" in Swahili. One thing I don't understand about this song is the line "Drive down to heaven on the This is beginning to sound like that Saturday Night Live Californians sketch where all they do is give driving directions around L.

A kiss from the sun, let it burn your skin I'll meet you tonight but don't ask where I've been The liquor store on 7th, they don't check IDs Yeah a pretty girl can always get whatever she needs I can be your California I can be your getaway I love ya, but I have to warn ya You can visit but you cannot stay Well I could be your California baby And we could be a flawed paradise Nothing perfect lasts forever But baby wouldn't that be nice?

California-fornia love California-fornia love Love I can be your, I can be your I can be your California I can be your getaway I love ya, but I have to warn ya You can visit but you cannot stay Well I could be your California baby And we could be a flawed paradise Nothing perfect lasts forever But baby wouldn't that be nice".

The movie features the star Nancy Kwan lip syncing, but the real singer is B. Kwan and Baker's " I Enjoy Being a Girl " number is another highlight of the movie musical which was groundbreaking in that it featured entertainers of Asian heritage instead of non-Asian actors in "yellow-face" makeup, which was common in those days.

I wish someone would have told Rogers and Hammerstein, who wrote the song for the original musical, that they're called "Cable Cars" not "trolleys" in San Francisco. You can shop for precious jade or teakwood tables or silk brocade Or see a bold and brassy night club show, On the most exciting thoroughfare I know. Looks down from Chinatown Over a foggy bay.

You travel there in a trolley, In a trolley up you climb, Dong! You're in Hong Kong, Having yourself a time. You can eat, if you are in the mood, Shark-fin soup, bean cake fish.

The girl who serves you all your food Is another tasty dish! Courtney Barnett, from Melbourne, Australia, is an outstanding singer-songwriter and a great guitar player, too. After a couple of great EPs she released her first full album in March "Sometimes I Sit and Think, And Sometimes I Just Sit" on which you'll find this song which describes the devastation of Australia's environment, not California's, and mentions the Sunset Strip in Los Angeleeze only to clarify that she's not singing about it, she's singing about the Sunset Strip on Phillip Island, which is south of Melbourne, Australia, but it's a good excuse for me to put her on my list.

This song is from a album covering songs from the band The Transmissionary Six. It's a solo acoustic guitar number that is not really a California song, but it's such a great song, and it does mention Death Valley, so here it is.

Terri Tarantula wrote it and released the song in , but this is one of those rare times where I don't prefer the original version. Pretty on the West Coast. The West Coast refers to more than California, but, no offense to Oregon or Washington, this song is obviously not about either of those states with lines such as " One of many of the Beach Boys' California songs, this one is from during their later incarnations.

A Could come with us to Californ-i-a We could take 'em to a place out west Where the good sun shines everyday Now there's a touch o' Californ-i-a In everyone who's ever been this way And when your telephone begins to ring And the operator comes on the line California callin' I'll be there right away There's some beautiful women Gonna find me one To show me how to ride the ultimate wave Now I've joined the surfin' nation and so I'll take a permanent vacation and go To the golden shores of ' Frisco Bay I'll ride 'em all the way to Malibu And I'll take ya' boogie boardin' with me 'Cause when we're surfin' it's so great to be free And when you're on a California beach You might even find 'em windsurfin' too This version of the Mamas and the Papas classic is one of my favorites.

The classic surf pop song that probably started the regional wars over whose girls look the best - another unnecessary war that can't ever be won Beaks of Eagles California Saga: Big Sur California Saga: The Beach Boys were sent to the Netherlands in to try to snap Brian Wilson out of his depression.

Beaks of Eagles " An eagle's nest on the head of an old redwood on one of the precipice-footed ridges Above Ventana Creek, that jagged country which nothing but a fallen meteor will ever plow: The she-eagle is old, her mate was shot long ago, she is now mated With a son of hers. When lightning blasted her nest she built it again on the same tree, in the splinters of the thunder bolt. In a broken shack an old man takes his time about dyin' And just at the back a wild flowerbed that he'll lie in In dawn's new light a man might venture A horse drawn stage from Monterey.

The she-eagle is older than I: The world has changed in her time; humanity has multiplied, But not here; men's hopes and thoughts and customs have changed, their powers are enlarged, their powers and their follies have become fantastic Big Sur I've got plans for you Me and mine are going to Add ourselves to your lengthy list of lovers Big Sur mount And live in canyons covered in springtime green Wild birds and flowers to be heard and seen And with my old guitar I'll make up songs to sing.

Where bubbling springs from the mountainside Join the Big Sur river to the oceanside Where the kids can look for sea shells at low tide Big Sur my astrology it says that I am made to be Where the rugged mountain meets the water Have you ever been down Salinas way? And have you ever walked down through the sycamores Where the farmhouse used to be There the monarch's autumn journey ends On a windswept cyprus tree. Had to Phone Ya. This song is from the "15 Big Ones" album released in Brian Wilson said that it's about letting his friends know that they were free to call him for help when their world was upside down.

That meant a lot more in when everybody didn't carry an instant communicator in their pocket. I hope you're home ". This was the 12th and final song on the 12th and final Beatles studio album. The king of So Cal strip malls drops lobotomy beats and evaporated meats on hi-tech street, then he turns up the heat 'till the swimming pool boils with pop locking beats from Korea.

Piazza, New York Catcher. This song is from their sixth studio album "Dear Catastrophe Waitress" released in and was on the Juno soundtrack. Mike Piazza is a Hall-of-Fame catcher who played for the Mets when this song was released. Persistent rumors that he was gay forced him to deny it in I have no idea what the song means and neither does Genius.

Wickipedia says the singer wrote it for his wife when they were still courting. How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays? Oh elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze A trail for the devil to erase San Francisco's calling us, the Giants and Mets will play Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?

We hung about the stadium, we've got no place to stay We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell About the saddest book you ever read It always makes you cry The statue's crying too and well he may I love you I've a drowning grip on your adoring face I love you my responsibility has found a place Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words Come wave upon me from the family wider net absurd "You'll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job" Maybe, but not what she deserves Elope with me Miss Private and we'll drink ourselves awake We'll taste the coffee houses and award certificates A privy seal to keep the feel of style We'll comment on the decor and we'll help the passer by And at dusk when work is over we'll continue the debate In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare The catcher hits for.

In this classic rock 'n' roll version of Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, the singer finally gets to L. Get Your Kicks On Route A version ofthe Nat King Cole original discussed below. Here's a California Band with some west coast attitude right in their name. And this upbeat pop song continues the geographical jingoism. The title alone tells you what it's about.

Bethany Cosentino is a California Girl couldn't resist who plays guitar and sings vocals for Best Coast, a band from LA that sounds like a mix of 60's girl group sounds with surf pop.

This one is from their album The Only Place, and I assume from the title, that there's more than one song about the Golden State on it. Why would you live anywhere else? We've got the ocean, got the babes Got the sun, we've got the waves This is the only place for me So leave your cold behind We're gonna make it to the beach on time From "I stay high all the time Just to get by I climb into the sky And my eyes, they cry California nights Make me feel so happy I could die But I try to stay alive I never wanna get so high That I can't come back down to real life And look you in the eyes and say "Baby, you are mine" Fading back and forth I fly through my mind I take the way I've known But have I really grown?

California nights Make me feel so happy I could die But I try to stay alive I never wanna get so high But I can't come back down to real life And look you in the eyes and say "Baby, you are mine" I never wanna get so high That I can't come back down to real life And look you in the eyes and say "Baby you, oh baby you are mine".

Frank Black is a singer-songwriter who grew up in LA and Massachussets, where he formed the essential alternative band Pixies in the mid 80s using the stage name Black Francis. Maybe some day he'll make up his mind. This is an alternative rock song from the album Black Letter Days. This is from Frank Black's Teenager of the Year album There's a video of him singing the song solo with an acoustic guitar and explaining the song here.

It's not really one street anymore, except in the mind, but it's mostly highway Anne, refers to the Santa Anna winds, etc. Anne is still making it breezy In the valley of tar that once was L. Frank Black and The Catholics. This is a story song from Dog in the Sand about floodwaters flowing to the sea after the dam, built in San Fransisquito Canyon in , failed in , killing an estimated people. Francis dam disaster, man Thought she was all right Until around midnight Because that water seeks her own She had a desire to flow She was looking for somewhere to go She was a slave to the great metropolis She was feeling choked She pushed the wall till it broke When they heard the great apocalypse At powerhouse number 2 Well, there was nothing they could do Because that water seeks her own Five and one half hours she would flow She had 53 miles to go A cascade down to Santa Clara way Near 60 feet high Now she's a mile wide It was clear she was going far away And whole towns were, too A few got lucky in Piru Because that water seeks her own But four more hours she would flow She had 29 miles more to go She carried in her every kind of thing House, tree, and telegraph pole Some say a thousand souls At 3 A.

Rattle Your Bones is the A Side of a 7" vinyl single released in Tell me what you hear, I like your point of view. And no I can't deny, no I can't close my eyes, I can't fall asleep, 'cause I'll only wake up here In the wrong place, at the wrong time.

The wrong place, at the wrong time. We look like trouble I guess, and people turn their heads, we are the dead end kids. Here come the worker bees, rattle your bones like tambourines. Don't fall asleep, 'cause you'll only wake up here I'm going to San Francisco , and I don't think I'm ever coming back.

Blink is an American pop punk band from Poway formed in You Can't Go Home Again. I forget - Thomas Wolfe was writing about San Diego, right? Body Count is a band that mixes heavy metal, punk, and rap, formed in L. This song is from their self-titled album released in when the violence and crime and police brutality in L. The album was released only a month before the Rodney King Riots exploded across L. The album also contained the song "Cop Killer" that - spoiler alert - pissed off a lot of cops.

But that was - since the year until now Ice-T has played a cop on TV. Goddamn what a brotha gotta do to get a message through to the red, white and blue? What I gotta die before you realize I was a brotha with open eyes? The world's insane while you drink champagne and I'm livin' in black rain.

You try to ban the A. Tell us what to do You know what you'd do if a kid got killed on the way to school or a cop shot your kid in the backyard. I hear it every night, another gunfight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count. Last weekend thirty-seven kids killed in gang warfare, in my backyard. I hear it every night, another gunfight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count When listening to this dance rap single from , I kept hearing the words "Los Angeles" so I just had to find the German lyrics and get a translation.

I like using Google Translate to translate lyrics, because it can make the lyrics sound like gibberish and I never know if that's because the original lyrics were gibberish. I'm at least sure that this song is about driving.

Driving a horsepower black Maserati through L. Gamers have made lists and maps comparing the game places to the real places in L. So maybe he's driving in the game. Denn die Lieder alles Hits, gibt niemand, der mich fickt übers Land wie ein Sandsturm come on, dance everybody [Feel like Rambo Drive through the streets of Hamburg Do not need anyone to protect me, caliber under the seat And darkened slices like a phantom, hah Come and buy a fighting dog, eh?

Or do you need a gram of coke? From Bowie's album "Alladin Sane" this is about an aging movie actor in Hollywood. Do You Wanna Hold Me? He took several musicians from Adam and the Ants and added year-old Annabella Lwin as the lead vocalist. Ba da ba ba da ba Whoa-oh-oh Ba da ba ba da ba And I cry all night Do you wanna hold me, hold me tight? Do you wanna hold me? Oh yeah Do you wanna hold me, hold me there?

Children, you got to hear me Whoa-oh-oh You just got to understand me Whoa-oh-oh Love and death ain't no physical thing Whoa-oh-oh 'Cause Mickey Mouse, he don't wanna know! Robert Bradley's Blackwater Surprise. This is a good blues song from an American band formed in in Detroit featuring vocalist Robert Bradley.

It's from the band's eponymous recording released in I remember seeing the Dodgers play some ball Well I'll never forget the sound of all the Greyhound bound, takin me home, to see my momma And I never y'all, seen the stars shine in California but I remember seeing the rain a comin down, Lord And I never no, seen the stars shine in California but I remember seeing the rain comin down Well I'll never forget the time That I toasted California wine I remember strolling along Wilshire Boulevard But I never forget the lights, the lights of Hollywood and I remember a ridin down the Harbor Freeway And I never y'all, seen the stars shine in California but I remember seeing the rain a comin down, Lord And I never no, seen the stars shine in California but I remember seeing the rain comin down Well I never forget the warmth of that San Diego sun And I remember going across the Golden Gate Bridge But I never forget the day that I motored into the big L.

I remember seeing the Dodgers play the ball, y'all And I never y'all, a little star shine in California but I remember, seeing the rain a coming down, Lord Turn on the light and let it shine on me Turn on the light and let it shine on me The Big L. The Hollywood lights Its gonna make them ride Well I never seen the stars shine in California But I remember, seeing the rain comin down".

This is a song from the album "Glee" by a Canadian collective that mixes alternative rock and hip hop and other styles. I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes When Mike came over with a script surprise A mafioso story with a twist A "To Wong Foo, Julie Newmar" hitch Get your ass out of bed, he said: I got the fever for the flavor The payback will be later Still I need a fix And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us As we rode on the ten down to Venice again Flaring out the g-funk Sipping on juice and gin Just me and a friend Feeling kinda groovy Working on movie Yeah right!

With my mind on my money and my money on my, beer beer! I know that life is for the taking So I'd better wise up And take it quickly Yeah one more time at Trader Vics Some men there wanted to hurt us And other men Said we weren't worth the fuss We could see them all bitching by the bar About the fine line Between the rich and the poor Then mike turned to me and said What do you think we got done son?

I got the fever for the nectar The payback will be later Still I need a fix We need to fix you up Call me monday And maybe we'll fix it all up L. This song is from her album "Stranger in the Alps" which she explained comes from the way a line of dialog in the movie "The Big Lebowski" was censored on T. When Hollywood Goes Black and Tan. In this upbeat early 40's jazz classic, Harlem crooners, Louis Armstrong, and more will all be heading west when Hollywood goes black and tan. It's a celebration of African American entertainers in the movies, back when there were not many of them.

When Hollywood goes black and tan! Louis Armstrong with his trumpet Will be heading westward with his band, Yeah, man! This easy listening ballad is basically a postcard to his wife from a musician tired of touring and the L. I'll raise a glass to that. And honey I didn't know that I'd be missin' you so. I spent four lonely days in a brown L. Yes it's been quite a summer, rent-a-cars and west bound trains. And now you're off on vacation, somethin' you tried to explain.

And darlin' I love you so that's the reason I just let you go. I can't help it honey, you're that much a part of me now. Remember the night in Montana when we said there'd be no room for doubt.

I hope you're enjoyin' the scenery, I know that it's pretty up there. We can go hikin on Tuesday, with you I'd walk anywhere. California has worn me quite thin, I just can't wait to see you again That doesn't sound like summer in Don't Call it Frisco to me. Then maybe you'll understand the song, it will be worth it If not for the sake of this song but for the sake of your own peace of mind Strobe lights beam creates dreams Walls move minds do too On a warm San Franciscan night Old child young child feel alright On a warm San Franciscan night Angels sing leather wings Jeans of blue Harley Davisons too On a warm San Franciscan night Old angels young angels feel alright On a warm San Franciscan night I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there There's no place left to go, San Francisco ".

This is from a band from Kentucky who have had lots of number one hits on the Billboard Alternative Rock charts, including this song.

It's off their album Tell Me I'm Pretty. There's only a quick mention of California. Louis, California Blue eyes, yeah she's comin' for ya Land of Mary, Charm City Oh lord, wish she was my baby You know she'll drive you crazy Yeah she's coming for ya No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around Ahhhhh, oh no Ahhhhh, oh no Ahhhhh, oh no No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around The heat is rising and only getting hotter, ready to blow I think I'll pour myself a glass of water, let it flow She'll show you what she's made of Yeah she's comin' for ya She's gonna try to break ya Yeah she's comin' for ya No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around Ahhhhh, oh no Ahhhhh, oh no Ahhhhh, oh no No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around The lyrics are simple, just one line repeated a dozen times, in true quirky Camper fashion: From "El Camino Real" released in I Live in L.

From "El Camino Real" released in "She comes in like a star, wearing jewellery and fur With her own entourage, hanger-onners in clogs From some small town in Spain, it's never explained. Sufficiently Or the security I live in L. Come and see me someday. You can stay at my house. I've got plenty of space. I live in L. Come and see me someday boy If you wanna have a good time A good time with me. Black SUVs in the drive, tinted windows and guards Cowboy boots and shaved heads, Italian suits, tattood necks The party rages inside, but its never explained La Frontera plates Oh boy I hope it's not too late.

Another song about California Girls. Don't you miss the weather? Don't you miss me just a little bit? Northern California girls say, "Come home from Texas" You could take a fast train Baby take the next plane You'd be home by suppertime There ain't nobody like me Ain't nobody like me out there Northern California girls say, "You don't know what you're missing" I got a good job, stay home and play the guitar You can raise the children barefoot on the beaches Teach 'em how to surf and play baseball Northern California girls say, "Come home from Brooklyn!

An outtake from "El Camino Real" released in available as an iTunes extra. Vanessa Carlton is an American singer-songwriter from Pennsylvania whose debut single "A Thousand Miles" was a huge Grammy-nominated hit. This song is from her album "Rabbits on the Run. Maybe to make room for all the other singers who sing about going there. This alchemy is making me suspicious As if I slipped you some belladonna That I crossed town to get, don't you know?

Yes, my grand friend checks it Oh he loves me as I leave, so I'm gonna go And I'm not in companies when you feel it the most And you keep my memory, hope ya keep me close Would you love me as I leave? Ever-changing as the sea, it's my only hope It's just me and my pup in the open road But your face is like a paper-cut to the heart Slip away while you sleep It's easy, it's easier Than it seems It's easy, it's easier Than it seems Just go, I'll go, don't cry I don't know, I don't know, but you fly Hey!

Paper-cut to the heart Oh he loves me as I leave, so I'm gonna go And I'm not in companies when you feel it most And you keep my memory, hope ya keep me close Would you love me as I leave? Ever-changing as the sea Would you love me as I leave? Dear California Would you love me as I leave? I don't understand why the gong-kicking guy says he lives in Frisco if he lives in Tennessee, or why they send rice there Rice-a-Roni?

Carolina Liar is an indie rock band from LA with a big bright sound, but the lead vocalist is originally from South Carolina, and other band members are from Sweden. But the guy in this song can't wait to get back to that California sun that everyone else is always singing about. But this time he's coming by train and not car.

What does he they think he'll be able to do in California without a car? I'll bet he's planning on renting a convertible and driving down the coast highway with the top down just like they do in all the other songs. Then he'll write a song about it You feel alive At least you think that life Is something in you What do we know?

The Alt Country queen from the Northwest dreams of snow now that she's living in L. With a voice like that, she could sing the phone book and I'd still listen. Thrice All American Tacoma. This isn't really a California song, but in her great song about her home town Tacoma Washington, which had seen hard times when she wrote the song, Neko Case gets in a dig at California singing "God bless California, make way for the Walmart.

I hope they don't find you Tacoma. Folsom State Prison is near Sacramento. Cash said he wrote this song after watching a movie about the prison when he was in the Air Force in Germany, but he used the melody and many of the lyrics from the song "Crescent City Blues" written by Gordon Jenkins. Jenkins sued and Cash paid him a settlement in Cash's song is much better, but this is just another example of powerful people stealing from the less powerful and I have a hard time appreciating this song without hating Cash.

The song became a huge hit and Cash later made a classic country album recorded live at the prison. Son Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free But those people keep a movin' And that's what tortures me Well if they freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison , that's where I want to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away".

All the Gold in California. The always cheerful Australian song and dance man does his version of the Gatlin Brothers song for the soundtrack to the HBO series True Detective. Exene Cervenka was one of the vocalists from the seminal L. She also sang with the Knitters and other bands. She wrote this song and included it on her album "The Excitement Of Maybe. I've Never Been to Me. Charlene is a singer from Hollywood who only had one big hit - this one. It's original release in was unsuccessful, but its re-release in charted at 3.

I have nothing against women who are happily married with children or against women who choose to give up their dreams to stay in a loveless marriage and raise their children thanks mom!

The singer tries to convince a woman that it's better to give up her dreams and stay in an unhappy marriage than it is to be making love in the sun in paradise and sipping champagne on a yacht - a woman who tries to be free only ends up alone because only babies will make her complete. It's not hard to tell that the lyrics were written by a man, is it? And the awful cloying melody, too.

The singer has never been to "me" but she did end up in California on her journey of subtle whoring, so that means she's also been to this list, which ain't exactly paradise either. Charlie Daniels is a country, bluegrass, southern rock musician best known for the fiddling duel with the Devil in his hit "The Devil Went Down to Georgia. Back then a man with long hair was considered an offensive "hippy-type, pinko fag" with "a commie flag" by red-necks.

At the end, the singer considers rerouting his trip to L. Toolin along in my Cheverolet Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio Just as I crossed the Mississippi line I heard that highway start to whine And I knew that left rear tire was about to blow Well the spare was flat and I got uptight Cause there wasn't a filling station in sight So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car It was right in front of this little bar Kind of a red-neck lookin' joint called the Dew Drop Inn I stuffed my hair up under my hat And told the bartender that I had a flat And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one There was one thing I was sure proud to see There wasn't a soul in the place except for him and me He just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone I called up the station down the road a ways He said he wasn't very busy today And he could have someone out there in just about 10 minutes or so He said, "Now, you just stay right where yer at!

And he voted for George McGovern for President. I betchya he's even got a commie flag tacked up on the wall inside of his garage. He may look dumb but that's just a disguise, He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage" They all started lookin' real suspicious at him And he jumped up and said "Now just wait a minute Jim! You know he's lying I been living here all of my life! And I ain't even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife!

A cover of the song by The Move Roy Wood's band that became The Electric Light Orchestra with a bunch of classic boogie rock nonsense lyrics about a party where the jive is really cool and he's a California man and can't stop dancing and all that.

Well we're goin to a place Where the jive is really cool. And if the band stops a playin' There's a jukebox down the hall. And with your blue dress on, your folks all gone. You're sure to give the guys a ball.

Get that real guitar boy shakin', I'm a California man, Dance right on till the floors are breakin' I'm a California man. Black Denim Trousers and Motorcycle Boots. This single was written by the famous songwriting team of Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller. It's a teenage tragedy song that might be the first of the genre. A bunch of similar songs were written in the years following. The filthy biker in the song hits a diesel that was California bound while riding on Highway , and apparently then turns into a naked ghost biker.

Maybe he was even one on fire like the fiery biker in the Nicholas Cage movie. I'm assuming the accident happened on the in Oregon, but maybe it was in California. The Cheetah Girls are an American girl group that was formed for the Disney TV movie "The Cheetah Girls," based on a series of books, about four teen girls in Manhattan who are in a girl group.

There are three Cheetah Girls movies, a few albums and some video games and probably lots of other marketing products, but I had never even heard of them until I discovered this song 14 years later. Probably because I was never a tween girl. This song is not from the movie soundtrack, it's from their album "Cheetah-licious Christmas.

They don't get much bigger than Kenny Chesney in Country or any kind of music, and he has 30 million album sales and almost as many awards to prove it. This song is from his album "Everywhere We Go.

The song also name checks Pioneertown. Kenny Chesney spends half his time playing stadiums in front of hundreds of thousands of shoeless fans, half his time counting big piles of money and country music awards, and the other half of his time kicking back on a beach in a tank top with Jimmy Buffett. That's entirely true, as I see it. In this post-truth world, you can see it however you want.

Can't we all just get along? The singer of this inspirational country song wonders if a woman he saw on a highway billboard advertising some kind of sex phone line got stranded there on her way to L. I wonder - are there still phone sex lines? Maybe that billboard has been there since the 90s.

Did she leave her hometown thinkin' she'd end up in L. Did she break down in the desert and get stuck beside the highway? Get along, on down the road We've got a long long way to go Scared to live, scared to die We ain't perfect but we try Get along while we can Always give love the upper hand Paint a wall, learn to dance Call your mom, buy a boat Drink a beer, sing a song Make a friend, can't we all get along In this rock song with a horn section released in , Chicago wonders where that the fabled California sun is.

Or the purples, in this case. There must be something red in L. Thought this was a warm place I must be in the wrong place. And I don't know where I'm going Since my lover left me. Never no smile on my face. I am he is you are he is you are me and we are all together, woah woah.

Buddy, this ain't L. I've travelled such a long way. I've travelled such a long way, And I still don't know where I'm going. But without my baby I better not stay. This is a country song in the Bakersfield Country style from their album with the same name released in Circle Jerks were a hardcore punk band formed in in L. This is from the band's first studio album "Group Sex" released in San Francisco Bay Blues.

This is a cover of the Jesse Fuller original. The lyrics are listed under Jessie Fuller. Gene Clark was a founding member of the great L. Clark left the Byrds in and died in I like the solo version you can hear on YouTube. This song has been covered by lots of other performers.

Make note of all good wishes. Say goodbye to the landlord for me. That son of a bitch has always bored me. Throw out them L. Adios to all this concrete. Gonna get me some dirt road back street If I can just get off of this L. Gabriella Cohen is an Australian musician. This song is from her album "Pink is the Colour of Unconditional Love.

I saw the same thing in Sydney. Nat King Cole was an American jazz pianist who became a very popular singer. In a previous hit below he was driving on Route 66, but this time the singer is on a train to L. The song won a Grammy Award in Midnight flyer Take me to L. This rock classic was written in by Bobby Troupe, recorded first the same year by the King Cole Trio, and recorded by many more musicians , including Chuck Berry in and the Rolling Stones in My family moved to California from St.

This song is from his album "Plug Talk. One time for the West Coast L. Colonel Loud] You know I gotta show the West love I had to take a trip to Cali for the best bud I been chilling with the goons, yeah the real thugs Went to Sacramento nigga met a real plug I said I'm looking for the gas where the kill at Want the strong gotta go where the hill at I met a bad bopper chilling out in Frisco Like to sip the lime-a-ritas and the sisco I hopped my ass on the and headed north And when I hit the hill I found what I was looking for I'm feeling like a leprechaun with a pot of gold Bags of the gas yeah the Colonel got a soul I fly a bitch from the A with racks Put her ass in a rental told her run it back Fly another bitch in with more Welcome to California the State of gold This was a top ten hit and the band's biggest hit, from their album, Lost in the Ozone.

The full lyrics can be seen under Charley Ryan's entry. Pulled out of San Pedro late one night The moon and the stars was shinin' bright. We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill Passing cars like they was standing still The singer of this L. I was walking down the street, early this morning And the silver drops of rain hung from the leaves And I swear I heard the voices singing to me Singing to the rhythm of the beat of my feet, I swear I heard the voices singing to me - Keep on, keep on, keep on.

Thought I'd be out of here by now. My, my I'm running on a wheel and I don't know why I don't know why. And so it's three A. I'm just a spot on the sidewalk in the city of sin. You know it coulda been me, guess it's just my luck. But I swear I hear the voices singing to me - Keep on, keep on, keep on. He has an amazing list of achievements that includes producing the great Cuban music album "Buena Vista Social Club," making the soundtrack for Wim Wenders' great film "Paris Texas," and collaborating with Ali Farka Toure and other musicians from around the world.

There's gonna be some bad blues Somebody said they're playing all night long So go and fill your brown bag and put on all your clean rags Let's go downtown and see what's going on You take me down the Vine Street Stop when you hear the back beat And I'll sneak past the bouncer at the door Now I know that he ain't looking Not when the band is cooking Because he's watching the ladies dancing on the floor Going down in Hollywood You better hope that you don't run out of gas Down in Hollywood He'll drag you right out of your car and kick your ass Down in Hollywood They're standing on a corner waiting for a sucker like you Down in Hollywood Now, if you want to stay healthy just keep a-moving right on through Be careful, don't look back, keep moving, keep moving Well, the scotch has started flowing And some girls she is showing everything she's got Folks, it's a sight!

Some men will give a week's pay if she would just dance down their way and say "Baby, I'm gonna take you home with me tonight" Outside the streets is shaking and I hear the windows breaking Some poor fool's gonna land in jail tonight Well, all those hookers trying to pull your coat and the pimps reach out to cut your throat Ain't no way out of here without a fight What's that fool saying? Going down in Hollywood From his album "Chavez Ravine" released in This song, like many of them on this album deal with Chavez Ravine which was a Mexican-American neighborhood that was torn down to build public housing in the 's.

Before the housing was built, Dodger Stadium was built on the site. Like most cities, much of modern day L. Then a trolley goes by with its clattering sound, Like a clock on the wall and the rain coming down, And somebody's chattering way down the hall from my room. From my room, I see old town. Crook town, wop town, and spic town. Black town, shack town, and hick town, from my room. Looking down through the rain, I think the future's going my way.

And there's a freeway coming soon Right through this dirty old room. Can't you see a story building Where a palm tree used to be? Well, I like a town that's flat, I like a street that's tame. You take out the trash; they all do the same. But get back inside and remain, until notified. I want a town that's clean and I want a rule that's maintained.

If you're brown, back down. If you're black, get back. Better white than right. Better dead than red. Better keep it contained in my town. Now, in my town, I'm the big cheese. Don't like all those commie rats in the palm trees Up there in Chavez Ravine. They come down here to City Hall, Creating a big scene, crying "foul ball.

I write the rules; I call the game. There's the pitch, it's good; there goes your old neighborhood. Tell the mayor duck out the back, Tell the monsignor keep the deal under his hat. Chavez Ravine plugged up, Bunker Hill ripped down.

Cement mixers spreading the word around. This here is my town. Then the trolley stops by on its way down the hill, And somebody's passing by my window sill. No shoes on the stairs, no knock at the door Of my room, of my room. Why should I go down? A tune from the smart and quicky country roots rocker. She didn't write it, but she sings it. It seems to be about someone who moved away from California and misses it. I've put a song of hers about a snake in the bed on the herp song list, too. Coolio is a rapper and producer from Compton, CA.

He's also a chef with a cooking show and a "Ghetto Gourmet" cookbook. This hit song is from his album "It Takes a Thief" released in In he had an even bigger worldwide hit with "Gangsta's Paradise. The song samples " Fantastic Voyage " a funk party anthem by Lakeside.

An upbeat acoustic guitar tune from the first album of the singer-songwriter from Brooklyn known for writing quircky songs about science fiction and technology and geek culture and became popular using the internet. He doesn't hate the state, it's all about a girl. Although I probably should I don't blame the sky for its careless shade of blue Lord knows I don't blame you Lord knows I don't blame you I hate California One more beach day come and gone And by the time you've finished gazing at the sea 3, miles away there's nothing left for me If there ever was I hate California Jones won't lend me a hand Up come two cats in a Cadillac And they say: The one that's driving's got a bowler hat The other's got a fez on his head They turn around and grin and I grin back But not a word was said So I took out my harp and I played 'em a tune I could see they were diggin' it Then the one with the fez, well he turns and he says 'We'd like to help you make your trip.

Biologist Jeff Ahrens recommended that I add some songs from the new Cracker album, Berkeley to Bakersfield, released in December , and I'm glad he did. Thanks to Cracker for producing a great fun political album about the state, dealing with topics others won't dare to touch like the totalitarian tech industry that has overtaken our lives leading off with "Torches and Pitchforks" not on this list because it doesn't specifically mention the state and it's revolutionary lyrics: The first one could be titled "Berkeley" a liberal city with roots in social protest with punk-based songs protesting economic inequality, much of it created by the Silicon Valley tech industry and its gentrification of the Bay Area.

The second one could be titled "Bakersfield" a conservative city with roots in the oil industry and country music with country songs about the red state half of the golden state that most of the rest of the country is not aware of. I could list all of the songs on the album, but I'll just list a few of them below. The song "El Cerrito" complains about the gentrification of the SF Bay Area fueled by the mostly south-bay tech companies and their conformist wealth-obsessed employees whose affluent lifestyles have driven up prices especially housing prices forcing many people to live elsewhere.

There's a good article about the song in the San Jose Mercury News. They look and dress and act the same. Mama took the Alameda transit bus to work each day. All the way down San Pablo. Never heard her once complain about taking public transportation. You should ride the city bus just like the rest of us in El Cerrito.

Big moustache in taxi cabs. Don't you know that???? Union busting techy uber alles. Making Wall Street bankers even richer. El Cerrito 's got it's problems but we don't pick pockets of the workin' man.

Papa was an engineer. Dumbarton bridge two times a day, then lost his job and pension. We would go and visit him in bars in Jack London square. Do do do do do do do do do do do Do do do do do do do do do do do El Cerrito If there is a lesson from this story to be learned. It's not exactly what you think. You shouldn't be concerned. It's not that we don't like the rich, it's simply that we think it's kind of boring. Everybody acts and thinks the same that's why I live in El Cerrito.

From 's Berkeley to Bakersfield. No he never come back In a national boulevard, ladies don't you weep and moan I've gone to a better place off the dirty streets Mr Patel, won't you send my ashes home?

Spread 'em in the old family almond grove. If you don't know it If you haven't heard it If you don't think it You are beautiful If you come to doubt it If you don't feel it If you haven't heard it You are beautiful Now you own your own coffee shop Punk rock shows at matinees You got a little house west of San Pablo Don't you know you're still beautiful? Two teenagers with blue Mohawks Working at the local fruit co-op Everything's different but nothing has changed Don't you know that you're beautiful?

This one's slow and moody, about Santa Cruz and it's "Giant Dipper" roller coaster. David Lowery described Santa Cruz as combining "carrot juice and cigarettes. I'll be yours without a doubt on that Big Dipper And if the sound of this it frightens you We could play it real cool and act somewhat indifferent And hey June why'd you have to come Why'd you have to come around, so soon?

I wasn't ready for all this nature The terrible green green grass And violent blooms of flowered dresses And afternoons that make me sleepy But we could wait awhile Before we push that dull turnstile into the passage The thousands they have tread and others sometimes fled Before the turn came And we could wait our lives before a chance arrives Before the passage From the top you can see Monterey or think about San Jose Though I know it's not that pleasant And hey Jim, Kerouac, a brother of the famous Jack Or so he likes to say, lucky bastard He's sitting on the Cafe Xeno's steps with a girl I'm not over yet Watching all the world go by Ain't nobody's business how you live your life I'm a red state union man from California Life is good they call me king of Bakersfield Life is good they call me king of Bakersfield Life is good they call me king of Bakersfield ".

Miss Santa Cruz County. The San Bernardino Boy. He'll grow up to be dumb as dirt by 23 with the county sherriff on his trail. I've seen him over by the keg dancin' on his broken leg Blisters risin' on his sunburned hide. Later on tonight he'll be startin' up a fight Till those billy clubs commence to wail. John Fogerty had never been to Lodi in when he chose the city to represent a dead-end town that a down on his luck musician couldn't escape after a one night stand.

Jim Croce was a popular folk rock singer originally from Philadelphia. This is a song from his huge hit album You Don't Mess Around with Jim , released the year before he died in a plane crash at the age of He's trying to find the phone number of his ex-girlfriend who moved to L. This song is probably incomprehensible to anyone born in the cell phone era who never talked with a telephone operator or used a pay phone that only cost a dime.

With my best old ex-friend Ray A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated But isn't that the way they say it goes Well let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine, and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words Could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels All I Wanna Do.

This ain't no disco, it ain't no country club either. Whatever works for you It certainly worked for Sheryl; it's still her biggest hit, and the Grammys record of the year. Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard ". Rodney Crowell is a Country music singer-songwriter from Texas. That's when I make the wish To swim away with the fish Is it supposed to be this hot all summer long?

Party in the USA. With a dream and my cardigan Welcome to the land of fame excess whoa , Am I gonna fit in? She gotta be from out of town. Buck Jump Time Project Rap. This is a classic "New Orleans Bounce" track from that describes how tough New Orleans' projects are. He's not rapping about a steam organ or the Muse of poetry - Calliope here refers to a housing project in New Orleans that was known to be one of the most violent projects in the country before it was demolished in Listen to the rhymes back-to-back That I wrote for the project rap This rap is wild, a number one hit When you ever heard a rapper bust like this?

Bernard The Fischer from that one point five Where the brothers at from that wild Desire? Where the Floridas at? Y'all ready to roll? Mary's dance Brothers go to popping, you're running like stallions Ahhh ahhh! Pop, he got your medallion Remember St.

Brothers used to be hopping out of trees Wild horde New Orleans lord I heard they kicking colors in the St. Bernard The point behind this whole rap This city is cold as any other on the map New York this, California that Forget that talk, this is where it's at They're talking bout California like it's so dope Let me see Cali walk through the Calliope The projects, Wards, all on time New Orleans number one in this rhyme This is the classic and campy song from the film "Hollywood Hotel" directed by the always amazing Busby Berkeley.

Factor He'll make a monkey look good Within a half an hour you'll look like Tyrone Power Hooray for Hollywood " Alternate lyrics from later versions of the song update some of the star names: But since then, over 30 years later, Jerry Brown, who is mocked in this song for his "Governor Moonbeam" alternative ideas, became Governor of California again in with very high approval ratings from the press and the people, while the credibility of the Dead Kennedys took a pie in the face after lead singer Jello Biafra was convicted for cheating the rest of the band out of royalties.

He contered that they stole his songs which they then sold to be used in video games. But who cares, the band's punk anthems such as this one still live one as classics. Carter Power will soon go away I will be Fuhrer one day I will command all of you Your kids will meditate in school!

Your kids will meditate in school! This is from the band's second album "Plastic Surgery Disasters" released in Marin is the county north of the San Francisco Bay where, when this song was written, only the rich could afford to live. Now, of course, that's the entire Bay Area. This song from is about that very tall scenic bridge over the ocean on highway one near Big Sur that you've seen in movies, tv shows, and commercials. Death Cab For Cutie. Ghosts of Beverly Drive.

This is a single from the band's album "Kintsugi" which was nominated for a Grammy and seems to have a number of songs that deal with L. Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing pottery with gold so that the breaks become a part of the design instead of being hidden. Beverly Drive is a street in Beverly Hills. This release is from the album Narrow Stairs. The band is from northwest Washington State, and there are bad forest fires in that state also, but it seems to be inspired by the terrible fires in California in including one at Gorman in the Tejon Pass - aka "The Grapevine.

Why You'd Want to Live Here. Garbage cans comprise the medians of freeways always creaping Even when the population's sleeping. And I can't see why you'd want to live here. The vessel keeps pumping us through this zentropic place In the belly of the beast that is Californ-i-a , I drank from a faucet and I kept my receipts For when the weigh me on my way out Here nothing is free. The greyhounds keep coming Dumping locusts into the street Until the gutters overflow And Los Angeles thinks, 'I might explode someday soon.

Is this the City of Angeles or demons? Here the names are what remain Stars encapsulate the gold lame And they need constant cleaning for when the tourists begin salivating.

You can't swim in a town this shallow - you will most assuredly drown tomorrow. The Decemberists are an American indie folk band from Portland Oregon. This is a song about the coast highway, highway 1. We're lining up the light-loafer'd And the bored bench warmers Castaways and cutouts, fill it up Come join the youth and beauty brigade Nothing will stand in our way".

A tune that channels the upbeat jangly guitars of 80's REM literally - because Peter Buck is playing them. There's not much really about California, just the stereotypical end-of-the-world viewof the state destroyed by an earthquake, but it is a great great song.

Los Angeles, I'm Yours. It features pop sensation The Weeknd. Take off, take off Take off all your clothes Take off, take off Take off all your clothes Take off, take off Take off all of your clothes They say only the good die young That just ain't right 'Cause we're having too much fun Too much fun tonight, yeah And a lust for life, and a lust for life And a lust for life, and a lust for life Keeps us alive, keeps us alive Keeps us alive, keeps us alive And a lust for life, and a lust for life And a lust for life, and a lust for life Keeps us alive, keeps us alive Keeps us alive, keeps us alive Then, we dance on the H Of the Hollywood sign , yeah 'Til we run out of breath Gotta dance 'til we die doo-wop, doo-wop My boyfriend's back And he's cooler than ever shoo-wop, shoo-wop There's no more night Blue skies forever….

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