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Del Rey acknowledged the song during an Instagram livestream on July 27, after a fan asked about " Hollywood's Dead ". This implies that there is another version of the song that remains unleaked. Del Rey went on to sing a verse of the song and expressed that she intends to officially release it in the future. One day my hoops will be made of diamonds And my knuckles made of real gold I'll spend my days gettin' high with all my friends In the glamorous and green old part of Hollywood Sun will rise, I'm a supernova Body electric and I dance like Morrison When the night begins Baby comes alive again In Hollywood, in Hollywood In Hollywood, in Hollywood I'm alive again, I'm alive again One day I'll drive in a gold Mercedes Benz Singin' opera on Bel Air road Hair to my ass, we'll be flyin' in the wind Shootin' heroin and speedballs See the sea, I'm a supernova I walk on water and I dance like Joplin When the sun descends I dive into the waves again In Hollywood, in Hollywood In Hollywood, in Hollywood I'm alive again, I'm alive again Oh, oh, c-can you see me?
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It was originally released as a single with "Stop in Nevada" as a B-side. However, the song achieved greater recognition in when a live version from Songs in the Attic was released as a single, with the live version of "Summer, Highland Falls" as a B-side. Joel wrote the song after moving back to New York City in ; he had previously relocated to Los Angeles in in an attempt to get out of an onerous record deal. The man who represents this song on the Turnstiles album is the man wearing sunglasses and holding a suitcase. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. For the Saga song of the same name, see Steel Umbrellas. For the similarly named Eminem song, see The Eminem Show. Pop rock.
Cars and songs. To be exact: the sight of a car bowling along, at speed, while a song cries out on the soundtrack. That, in the end, is what Quentin Tarantino loves more than anything; more than crappy old TV shows, more than boxes of cereal, more than violence so rabid that it practically foams, and more, if you can believe it, than the joys of logorrhea.
