L.A. Medley

BACKGROUND:
"L.A. Medley" is a combination of "L.A. Woman" by the Doors, "Lexicon Devil" by the Germs, and "Nausea" by X that Jane's played live from time to time. A version of it (L.A. 4/28/89) was a b-side and also appeared on the Live & Rare import.

WRITTEN:
"L.A. Woman" written by Morrison / Manzarek / Densmore / Krieger. Originally appears on the Doors album L.A. Woman, 1971
"Lexicon Devil" written by Darby Crash and Pat Smear. Originally appears on the Germs album (GI), 1979
"Nausea" written by John Doe and Exene Cervenka. Originally appears on the X album Los Angeles, 1980

LIVE:
Played occasionally from '87 through '91.

JANE'S VERSION LYRICS:
[Perry often changed the words to this song around, especially during the middle (Germs) part, rarely singing it the same way twice.. sometimes just yelling gibberish. The below lyrics are from the b-side version (L.A. 4/28/89)]
(... I was gonna say women reach at the age of menopause... I don't know... break!)
Just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around to see which way the wind blow
Met a little girl in a Hollywood bungalow
Lucky little lady in the city of light
Just lost angel
City tonight
City tonight
City tonight
City tonight... Rock!
L.A. woman... L.A. woman
L.A. woman's gonna have to do
L.A. woman's gonna have to do
L.A. woman have to do
Got me a woman
City of blues
City of blues
City of blues
City of blues
1, 2, 3, 4
Yeah, I am a poor boy
Looking for a poor girl
Nothing to see
Nothing to do
Gimmie, gimmie your head
Gimmie, gimmie your mind
Gimmie, gimmie your head
Gimmie, gimmie your...
Gimmie gimmie this- gimmie gimmie tha- yea- yea- yea- YEA- YEA- YAT
Don't say
'I don't know' forever
I don't know what's coming our way
Come on, baby, lets hit it!
I'm just a poor boy
Looking for a poor girl
There's nothing to see
And there's nothing to do
Gimmie gimmie your head
Gimmie gimmie your mind
Gimmie gimmie your head
Gimmie gimmie your mind
Gimmie gimmie this- gimmie gimmie tha- yea- yea- YEA- YEA- YAT
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Today I'm gonna be sick, so sick
Bang my forehead on the sink
Pray oh Christ, Jesus Christ
My head is gonna break, like a bank
And today I'm gonna be sick, so sick
And I'll bang my forehead on the sink
Pray oh Christ, Jesus Christ
My head is gonna break, like a bank
Nausea...
I'm nausea...

[from 8/28/91 (thanks to Chase for this)]
Don't you try to say things are gonna change
Nothing's forever
We're here to teach you love
You need to come get it!

ORIGINAL LYRICS
"L.A. Woman" - Doors
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, c'mon
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Drive thru your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue Blues
Into your blues, ohh, yeah
I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' down your freeways
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman...
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone
Motel Money Murder Madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Got to keep on risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'
Gone risin', risin'
I'm gone risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
Woah, ohh yeah
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, c'mon
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman, your my woman
Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
L.A. Woman c'mon

"Lexicon Devil" - Germs
I'm a lexicon devil with a battered brain
And I'm lookin' for a future-the world's my aim
So gimme gimme your hands-gimme gimme your minds-
Gimme gimme this-gimme gimme tha-yea-yea-t
I want toy tin soldiers that can push and shove
I want gunboy rovers that'll wreck this club
I'll build you up and level your heads
We'll run it my way cold men and politics dead...
I'm a lexicon devil with a battered brain
And I'm lookin' for a future-the world's my aim
So gimme gimme your hands-gimme gimme your minds-
Gimme gimme this-gimme gimme tha-yea-yea-t
I'll get silver guns to drip old blood
Let's give this established joke a shove
We're gonna wreak havoc on this rancid mill
I'm searchin' for something even if I'm killed...
I'm a lexicon devil with a battered brain
And I'm lookin' for a future-the world's my aim
So gimme gimme your hands-gimme gimme your minds-
Gimme gimme this-gimme gimme tha-yea-yea-t
Empty out your pockets-you don't need their change
I'm giving you the power to rearrange
Together we'll run to the highest prop
Tear it down and let it drop...away...
I'm a lexicon devil with a battered brain
And I'm lookin' for a future-the world's my aim
So gimme gimme your hands-gimme gimme your minds-
Gimme gimme this-gimme gimme tha-yea-yea-t

"Nausea" - X
Today you're gonna be so sick so sick
You'll prop your forehead on the sink
Say oh Christ, oh Jesus Christ
My head's gonna crack like a bank
Tonight you'll fall asleep in clothes-so late
Like a candy bar wrapped up for lunch
That's all you get to taste
Poverty and spit
Poverty and spit
Nausea
Bloody red eyes go to nausea
Bloody red eyes go to nausea
Bloody red eyes go to sleep
You're talking out of harmony
You can't remember what you said
Cut it out
You feel retarded
Take the scissors
Saw the head


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