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Russian Hill Lyrics

Artist: Jellyfish
Album: Fan Club

I dreamt about a tranquil Sunday drive
A sensory lullaby
We trade the comics, cartoons, and magazines
For pistons and gasoline

We see the road from the bedside
Parked under the sunshine
We feel the warmth of the engine so we climb inside
And take it to the motorway

Watch the clouds turn into faces it's fun to play
Shift the gears for years and age a single day
Until we spill onto Russian Hill

Past cathedrals filled with God's favorite guests
Dirty hands feel clean when dressed in their Sunday best
Treeline village oh so heavenly
Cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of juniper

Only Eden is for millionaires

Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play
Shift the gears for years and age a single day
Until we spill onto Russian Hill

I'm pulling through the last stoplight
We head home past the shoreline
And through the rear view mirror it all melts away
'Til we're helpless

Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play
(We're hopeless)
We shift the gears for years and age a single day
(It fades away)
For like curtains close this sunset matinee
A dream fulfilled on Russian Hill

Comments/Interpretations

by Gus Utz on 12/10/2009 1:35pm
Thanks!!!!!

by Ettore on 9/27/2012 4:53pm
This song is just so beautiful I love it!

by Baron Groznik on 6/8/2014 10:28am
The perfect theme song for San Francisco.

by james on 5/26/2016 2:27am
I think they're expressing a bit of displeasure at this "heavenly" place being available only to the rich: "Only Eden is for millionaires."

They also comment on the character of the people who live there: "Dirty hands feel clean when dressed in their Sunday best."

It seems they were only able to enjoy this place fleetingly, through the windows of a car. I suppose they still enjoyed the visit though.

Still, I love the song. Great band. Great album. Bellybutton was also great.