Mini-critique N°146

Paroles :

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

L.A. woman, L.A. woman

L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon

L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon

L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon

Drive through your suburbs

Into your blues, into your blues, yeah

Into your blues, into your blues!

I see your hair is burning

Hills are filled with fire

If they say I never loved you

You know they are a liar

Driving down your freeways

Midnight 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'

Whoa, oh 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 Lights?

Or just another lost angel?

City of Night, City of Night

City of Night, City of Night, whoa, c'mon

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman

L.A. Woman, you're my woman

Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman

L.A. L.A. Woman Woman

L.A. Woman c'mon

Critique :

Selon Internet, la chanson qui donne son titre à l'album, est un hommage à la ville dans laquelle apparaît un personnage, le mystérieux Mr Mojo Risin', cité à l'envi par le chanteur vers la fin du morceau.