Early James: If Heaven is a Hotel
“Well, if heaven is a hotel with no checkout time
And hell is just a motel with smoking rooms
Can I get an estimation when to book my destination?
So sick of waiting for my skin to prune”
“Well, if heaven is a hotel with no checkout time
And hell is just a motel with smoking rooms
Can I get an estimation when to book my destination?
So sick of waiting for my skin to prune”
“We’ve got old news
Wrapped up in old blues
We can’t afford to call
No, we don’t know where we are”
“Well, if heaven is a hotel with no checkout time
And hell is just a motel with smoking rooms
Can I get an estimation when to book my destination?”
“And I walked off you
And I walked off an old me
Oh me, oh my, I thought it was a dream
So it seemed”
“I’m afraid of heights
And you’re afraid of snakes
For once I’ve no fear of falling
As you coil in a defensive state
Won’t you tell me, dear
Do you fear to reciprocate?”
“So I pay the price, my dear
H?re’s to a measly twenty-three y?ars
I’ve got more beds to make
At the bottom of Marrowbone Lake”
“No space between these sorted sardines
Crammed in a stitched up kangaroo
Let’s buckle down on a wedding gown
A little straightjacket made for two
Made for crooks like me and you”
“Wam! Bam! Mon chat, splatch
Gît sur mon lit a bouffé sa langue en buvant dans mon whisky
Quant à moi, peu dormi, vidé, brimé
J’ai dû dormir dans la gouttière, où j’ai eu un flash (hou-hou-oou-oou!)
En quatre couleurs”
I became a fan of JJ Grey and Mofro after hearing their song Somebody Else.
I was reminded of this great/slow cover of Van Halen’s Jump, by Mary Lou Lord. I shared it on the blog a lifetime ago, back when I had a small “audioplayer” mp3 Flash module in the sidebar some sixteen years ago. But I doubt very many of you reading this now remember that time.
“He took me in,
gave me shelter, a bed,
crust of bread and a job.
Treats me like dirt,
calls me a slob,
which I am…”
“Turn it off if you want to
Switch it off, it will go away
Turn it off if you want to
Switch it off or look away”
“Play your rock n’ roll
on the stereo,
push the cruise control,
disappear into the groove
Take the photograph,
try to make it last,
then the awkward laugh,
doesn’t make it true”
“Move your feet you tiny people
You’ve been hiding for so long
Behind your statues and your steeples
Does that hit too close to home?”
“I’ve taken to leaning these past few days
A little too heavy on my walking cane
Cause I’m afraid she’s swinging my way
That wrecking ball”