. .THE HOTEL:

do you forgive me . . THOUGH MY SOUL'S TRAVELLING
backwards in time
it's like flowers in my old furnace

a trip to the ULTIMATE DREAM



and there is no hell * and there is no GOD
and there is no mercy * and there is no sin
and there is no heaven to house this soul in
and there is no hell like an old hotel

do you remember * though my eyes give |away my desire
. . . . my warped mind wanders through the green * IT'S A TRIP TO THE ULTIMATE DREAM
do you forgive me * for my fantasy of burning the sky

the clouds of wonder

will survive


AND THERE IS NO SHAME * and there is no god
no nirvana no buddha and no control
and there is no heaven to house this SOUL in
and there is no hurt and there is no sin and there is no hell
like an old hotel
and there is no hell like an old hotel my friends


(c) 2001 by the provincial bluefish