Leaving La

Bb                           Gm                             Bb                      Gm
DF - Bb1 - Bb1 - Bb1 - Bb1 - A2 - Bb1 - Bb2 - D - Bb1 - F - Bb1 - Bb1 - Bb1 - Bb1 - F - Eb - D -
 C - D (this
last note is sometimes a Bb1, usually in the final line of a verse)


[Verse]

Bb                                Gm
Check the locks and leave the keys
Bb                              Gm
Moldy bath masked with Febreeze
Bb                                     Gm
Something's dead behind the refrigerator
Bb                                  Gm
Some poor fuck will deal with it later
Bb                         Gm
I've spent the last 10 weeks
Bb                                                      Gm
Squeezing out the sponge of friendships, plugging leaks

[Prechorus]

Bb                                   Gm
I've talked until there's no more to say
Bb            Gm
I'm going away

[Chorus]

Bb                  Gm
I'm leaving A ,    I'm leaving A
N.C.
And the tourists say
C                  C7                C         C7
Please give me the directions to the Hollywood sign
        Eb               Ebmaj7          Eb        Ebmaj7   Bb
I always dreamt of coming here to see the Hollywood sign
             C
But on their way back down they'll ask
         C7
 Did you have a good time
                  Eb                 Ebmaj7
They'll say it's just some fucking letters on a hill


{(Interlude is this as the right hand on piano, notes-wise, - Bb2 - G2 - D2 - Bb1 - G1 - F1) and
 then the
main melody begins again.} Bb Gm


[Verse]
Bb                               Gm
I wander through the Bronson Caves
Continúa después del anuncio
             Bb                       Gm
One more OK coffee at The Oak's Gourmet
Bb                          Gm
I'll watch the players at the UCB
                  Bb                        Gm
Trying to improvise their way out of on WE
         Bb                          Gm
Walking trails in the creepin' dark
 Bb                                    Gm
Up to the observatory in Griffith Park


[Prechorus]

         Bb                             Gm
There's too much light for stars anyway
 Bb                       Ebmaj7
I'm getting out of this place

[Chorus]

Bb            Gm   Bb              Ebmaj7
I'm leaving A      I'm leaving A , hey
         C        C7
And the studio executives who never made a thing
         Eb               Ebmaj7
Blamin' others for their failures, taking credit for their wins
Eb          C7
Wipin' the blood of dumb artists from their chins
C                Eb
Singin' kid you oughtn't take it personally

[Bridge]

Eb      Dm       Ebmaj7
On Hollywood and Vine a dime store spiderman
Eb            D           Ebmaj7
Shouting at a stoned Emma Stone dressed a la La La Land
     Eb        F        Eb        F        Gm
And in the distance, in both its glorious dimensions
    Ebmaj7
The sign projects its shadow on a hill


(INTERLUDE twice) - Then melody again throughout verse. Bb, Gm, Bb, Gm


[Verse]
Bb                                     Eb
A Russian bar, machine-gun cops at A X
                Bb                                       Eb
Malfunctionin' departure board says we're boarding next
Bb                                   Eb
Belt off, shoes off, jacket off, hat
                               Bb                          Eb
Don't need the attitude but I quite enjoy the subsequent patdown,
                        Bb                F Eb
And I'm sat down as the A380 engine roars
                         Bb                            Eb
Pushed backwards as this tube of monkeys rumbles forwards

[Prechorus]
                        Bb                             Gm
I'm looking forward to another twenty hours on a plane
Bb                            Gm
Nothing but shit films and my brain
Bb                       Gm
I've been going slowly insane
Bb                                         Eb
I've seen your sport and I don't wanna play
Bb          F           Gm                 F           Dm
I'm getting out of this place, I'm getting out of this place


[Chorus]
             Eb
I'm leaving A
           C
And the actors at gratitude drinking undrinkable juice
         Eb
And the agents taking ten percent in their sneakers and suits
Bb      C
And the writers in their Teslas trying to punch up Act 1
         Eb
Driving home on the 101 in the relentless fucking sun
         C
And the needy and the greedy and the homeless and horny
         Eb
And the deals done on treadmills at ten to six in the morning
         C
And the captain's on the PA saying look for the sign
                 Eb
But I find it's just some fuckin' letters on a hill
N.C.                                            Bb
Just some really ugly letters, on a pretty ugly hill


[Otro]
(Main Melody throughout outro) Bb  Gm  Bb  Gm

Bb             Gm
I'm leaving L.A.
N.C             Bb (note)
I'm leaving 'ell