Words to Mulholland

October, 8^th, 2011

Katrina Boguski

Oh hey, hey Mulholland,

Oh hey, hey, old man

You’re a complex hero

I’m a complicated fan

Oh hey, hey Mulholland,

Oh hey, hey old man

You’re a California dreamer,

Born in Ireland

From school, to digging ditches

At the start of your career

Working hard each day,

Rose to chief engineer

You did change one city’s luck

Bringing water through that duct

Taking drought and doubt away

Became the father of L.A

You worked when clipper ships

Still sailed the sea

Though you couldn’t walk on water

You brought life to me

You took a group of hard rock miners

You rocked them night and day

And no matter what they say

You brought the water to L.A.

They could bring L.A. to the water

Or the water to the town

So you took mules, men and whiskey

And you brought that water down

Now I do know there’s more to say,

That your story ain’t all grand

The folks of Owens’ Valley

Lost the water in their land

It was a pretty big diversion,

You know I’ve had my digressions too

But every time I raise a cup

I still think about you

Oh hey, hey Mulholland,

Oh hey, hey old man

Water pipes ‘n heavy drinking

Is how that water run began

Then of course there was that day

At St. Francis dam

When water breached wall

Flooding all the land

Now I know you hung your head

When you thought about that day

I know you envied dead men

In the graves where they did lay

Being father of the city

Couldn’t take the pain away

Oh it wasn’t very pretty

Yeah we’ve all had bad days

Now they blamed you at first

Said ‘cause of you the wall did burst

The fields below immersed,

But they still quenched their thirst

Now hey, hey Mulholland you listen to me

There was something beneath the dam

That you simply could not see

Deep beneath the rock, well below the wall

There was a great big fault

And when that crack let loose

Dam opened like a vault

Oh hey, hey Mulholland,

Oh hey, hey old man

When mother earth is fractured

You don’t stand a chance

So go back to that victory day

When water flowed at will

Go back to that grand cascade

Roaring down that hill

You go back and say

I am the father of L.A.

“There it is; take it”

It flows out everyday

I’ll take my tin cup running

All the way back to you

It started with a vision

One I did have too

Oh hey, hey Mullholland

You ain’t all that bad

Days when I was crying

You were all I had

And now my words are flowing

Gushing like your steam

Oh hey, hey Mullholland

We have all got dreams!