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GRAND HOTEL (David Blue, a.k.a. S. Dave Cohen, 1966) The lady speaks with tenderness. She offers up her key. "Ah, come to me when you need a rest. I only want to please." And I go to her with an open mind, seeking only peace. She smiles and takes my weary coat. "I'll fill all your needs." Ah, but there I was treated especially well. It was a grand hotel. Her pillow lay like fine perfume, so gentle for my head, And her sheets were turned with love in mind. It was a perfect bed. At night, she would sometimes ask what was inside of me, And fully I gave her all the truth, but my words she would not believe. Ah, but there I was treated especially well. It was a grand hotel. Convinced that I held back from her, she grew dissatisfied. "It's only pity I have for you now. Now you belong outside." And she came back in the afternoon and brought her friend, the nun, And they prayed for me while they cleaned the sheets. No, they did not give me long. Ah, but there I was treated especially well. It was a grand hotel. I wonder now as I go along--these thoughts of mine don't change-- How people will always take you for so much more than you claim. But there I was treated especially well. It was a grand hotel. Recorded by David Blue on his eponymous album, 1966. filename[ GRNDHOT2 GF Feb07 |
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