who I fell in love with, but never out
they linger never paying rent, and keeping up
the management, they're bad for business
there's no doubt - put them out
put them out right now
there's no room in my heartand I will help you settle in
no vacancy at all
you have booked the whole hotel
and your grim stevedores
are dragging in your steamer trunks
and I am trying my best to help
and I have turned down every room
nothing but the personal touch
I'm most hands-on solicitous
for such a precious guest as you
there's no room in my heartyou'll settle into cleanest sheets
no vacancy at all
you have booked the whole hotel
and your grim stevedores
are dragging in your steamer trunks
and they don't seem to want my help
your pillow mint, melting in your pillow mouth
down in my office, I turn in
and flip the vacant light to out
there's no room in my heartand out my window, cross the courtyard
no vacancy at all
you have booked the whole hotel
and your grim stevedores
are dragging in your steamer trunks
and they might kick me out as well
I see the flicker in your room
and you'll be blasting your tv
but there'll be no complaint, you see
all the help is gone but me
and all the guests are gone but you
and there's no room in my heart
no vacancy at all
you have booked the whole hotel
and your grim stevedores
have all gone back to their long shore
and they have left you in my charge
and you have put me in your spell
all your grim stevedores
have all gone back to their long shore
and I will keep you very well
4 comments:
Haunting. I love the word stevedore. Pillow mint in pillow mouth. There's something sadly eerie about this kind of habitation, though, it seems. At the same time that one desires that sort of absolute residence, it makes a reader (listener) worry anxiously for the hotelier. What if something should happen to his one guest after he's kicked the others out? What if his guest's entourage really does kick him out? As much as I love the word, I think it's the grim stevedores creating the most ominous effect. I say dismiss them, and without worrying about who is in what other rooms or what happens with the trunks, invite the new guest in to the manager's quarters for a beer and a long talk, and perhaps a cozier place to actually spend her stay. :)
Of course you can't really do that here, because it would destroy the song!
I don't know how this comment approval works, but you don't have to publish this, since I'm not sure it's quite a fair look at the song itself alone.
Whoop!
I will tell you how the comment approval works: I see only the first line of the comment, with an option to expand the text for review. But if it's from one of my known and valued commenters I hit 'Post' and then I read the full text in its proper place!
Don't worry about fair looks! I am glad I posted before seeing the disclaimer, as it'd've made me wonder "would she prefer it not be posted"?
But I am not shy about takes and explorations of songs, though! I don't activate them directly under the poems, but my songs are less sensitive than my poems.
My poems are a punch of pusses!
Yes, one does worry a bit. About the hotelier. He seems to have quite lost it.
But his guest also seems to be a very lucrative one, though right? Buying up the whole hotel! And stevedores don't normally make house calls. Clearly she's the daughter of a shipping magnate.
I'm certain she's worth the work and the upkeep.
Blue, it's so funny how you'll take a song and turn it into a world! Thank you, I like that.
You're welcome, but you turn it into a world! I just step in and take a look around to appreciate what's going on.
Thank you for your explanation. I feel much better about the hotelier, see why he might quite reasonably go all in on that single guest, and even feel more accepting of the stevedores' housecalling. ;)
I think the music really makes this one. It changes the whole tone and makes it so blessedly happy! I quite like it now, perhaps one of my favorites.
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