Song | L'Hôtel |
Artist | Michael Stipe |
Album | Monsieur Gainsbourg Revisited |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
At 56-7-8-9...It doesn't matter | |
Of a well-known secret street, if you knock on the door | |
First once then three more knocks, you're let inside | |
Alone and sometimes even not alone | |
A maid, without saying a word, walk in front of you | |
With stairs, endless hallways, come one after another | |
Decorated with baroque bronzes, golden angels | |
Aphrodites and Salomés | |
If it's not already occupied, say that you want the 44 | |
It's the room that here they call "Cleopatra's" | |
On the columns of its bed, standing watch, rococo-style | |
Statues holding torches gaze below | |
And between these slaves, naked, carved with ebony | |
Who will be the silent witness of the scene | |
While above a mirror reflects us | |
Slowly I embrace Melody | |
Melody | |
Melody |
At 56789... It doesn' t matter | |
Of a wellknown secret street, if you knock on the door | |
First once then three more knocks, you' re let inside | |
Alone and sometimes even not alone | |
A maid, without saying a word, walk in front of you | |
With stairs, endless hallways, come one after another | |
Decorated with baroque bronzes, golden angels | |
Aphrodites and Salome s | |
If it' s not already occupied, say that you want the 44 | |
It' s the room that here they call " Cleopatra' s" | |
On the columns of its bed, standing watch, rococostyle | |
Statues holding torches gaze below | |
And between these slaves, naked, carved with ebony | |
Who will be the silent witness of the scene | |
While above a mirror reflects us | |
Slowly I embrace Melody | |
Melody | |
Melody |
At 56789... It doesn' t matter | |
Of a wellknown secret street, if you knock on the door | |
First once then three more knocks, you' re let inside | |
Alone and sometimes even not alone | |
A maid, without saying a word, walk in front of you | |
With stairs, endless hallways, come one after another | |
Decorated with baroque bronzes, golden angels | |
Aphrodites and Salomé s | |
If it' s not already occupied, say that you want the 44 | |
It' s the room that here they call " Cleopatra' s" | |
On the columns of its bed, standing watch, rococostyle | |
Statues holding torches gaze below | |
And between these slaves, naked, carved with ebony | |
Who will be the silent witness of the scene | |
While above a mirror reflects us | |
Slowly I embrace Melody | |
Melody | |
Melody |