After his adventures in Phoenix, Julian manages to arrive in Los Angeles, after six hours on the road. The city and its Hollywood cinema, its sunshine, its magnificent beaches, its stars, its sprawling highways, its glamour, its vibrant culture. ******************************************* © Copyright (2025) ******************************************* Verse 1 Hollywood hills watch the valleys below. Movie studios hold forgotten scripts. Palm trees stand tall against the blue. Gold rush fever shaped early days. Hope mixes with serious desperation. Chorus Sun burns on the sand. Ocean air smells good. Fame is hard to get. Everyone drives fast. Verse 2 Central Avenue played swinging jazz. Small bungalows hide big screen stars. The pavement cracks with deep history. Tattoo shops share painful memories. Success requires much stubborn hustle. Chorus Sun burns on the sand. Ocean air smells good. Fame is hard to get. Everyone drives fast. Verse 3 My rental car rolls down the avenue. The freeway noise is a constant sound. Old barrios keep their culture strong. We wait for fortune's big moment. This huge sprawling place keeps growing. Chorus Sun burns on the sand. Ocean air smells good. Fame is hard to get. Everyone drives fast. Verse 4 On a quiet walk, near an old gate, A kind woman smiled, with her good dog. She spoke of her long, full life here. Her tales shared comfort with gentle ease. Friendship bloomed in the bright warm air. Chorus Sun burns on the sand. Ocean air smells good. Fame is hard to get. Everyone drives fast.
