In the Blasted California Sun

Mama, it's time

Starting over

Starting over

In the blasted California sun

No grey can survive

Where is my blessed blue, deep and ancient

Glistening on canvas since the Medicis?

Where is the grey of the Paris sky?

The grey of her eyes?

Nothing but avocado and orange

A palette utterly devoid of poetry

In the blasted California sun

It is a bitch to outlive

Your own context

Oh, you've gotta go to New York for culture

Ha, New York

I've got jewelry older than New York!

Nonetheless, everything else is gone

Starting over

The apartment on Fifth Avenue is lovely, darling

But perhaps I prefer Beverly Hills after all

This home used to belong to King Vidor

Of course, that's just his name

He wasn't actually a king

All the best people they've got

Clamor for the Baroness at their parties

But no one would dream of commissioning a portrait

Where would it hang?

No grand houses, no grand faces

No grand lines

Thirteen years, no gallery shows

I pass the time

Raoul died in his sleep

I wept, to my surprise, for five days straight

We were good together

Good to each other

We learn late sometimes

Mmm

In the blasted California sun

It is a bitch to outlive

Everyone