Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beat Hotel, artist - Allan Taylor. Date of issue: 23.09.2004
Song language: English
Beat Hotel |
| Paris nineteen fifty-six, number nine rue Git le Coeur |
| Word is out and everybody’s beating on the door |
| Madame Rachou will let you in, just smile and ring the bell |
| Welcome to Nirvana at the Beat Hotel |
| The sweet smell of Pernod, a Gauloise cigarette |
| It’s a cosmic congregation but you ain’t seen nothing yet |
| It’s an open invitation, an existential clientele |
| All looking for Nirvana at the Beat Hotel |
| They looked for it in New York City and San Francisco Bay |
| They looked for it in bebop jazz and it blew them all away |
| They tried out every avenue and then said «What the hell, |
| We’ll look for it in Paris at the Beat Hotel» |
| Burroughs came up from Tangiers, Ginsberg from New York |
| Kerouac came up from Italy and slept out in the park |
| Gregory Corso came and went and where he’s at no one can tell |
| He’s still looking for Nirvana at the Beat Hotel |
| Take me to your leader, take me to the man |
| Someone has got the answer, someone’s got the perfect plan |
| If you’re looking in the alleys, if you’re looking in the bars |
| You’ll find us in the gutter, looking at the stars |
| This ragged band of poets, Christians, Buddhists, Jews |
| A new Beat generation searching for the Muse |
| Some found it in the arms of a mystic mademoiselle |
| Looking for Nirvana at the Beat Hotel |
| The rooms count up to forty-one, but you can sleep out in the hall |
| For a few centimes you can get a drink and write your poems on the wall |
| And the marijuana mixes with the Tukish toilet smell |
| It’s all part of Nirvana at the Beat Hotel |
| Alex Campbell strums an old guitar someone picked up in Spain |
| Ginsberg’s howling poetry and Kerouac’s drunk again |
| The rent is overdue there must be something they can sell |
| Maybe they can sell Nirvana at the Beat Hotel |
| Someone’s taking photographs, Janine takes off her clothes |
| Marlene’s meditating and concentrating on her toes |
| Jasmine hides in room sixteen and curls up in her shell |
| She’s communing with Nirvana at the Beat Hotel |
| Take me to your leader, take me to the man |
| Someone has got the answer, someone’s got the perfect plan |
| If you’re looking in the alleys, if you’re looking in the bars |
| You’ll find us in the gutter, looking at the stars |
| They did it for the journey and not for getting there |
| Fame is in a whisper when you pay the taxi fare |
| It’s just this side of heaven and a long, long way from hell |
| It’s somewhere in Nirvana at the Beat Hotel |
| Nothing lasts forever, and forever’s in a rhyme |
| It’s a Buddha-like connection and everybody has their time |
| If you want to drink the water you’ve got to dig into the well |
| And maybe then you’ll find Nirvana at the Beat Hotel |
| It was over by nineteen sixty-three and everyone had gone |
| But they’d opened up the road and the revolution was getting won |
| And when the poems were painted over and they rang the final bell |
| It was goodbye to Nirvana at the Beat Hotel |
| The myth is stronger than the truth, and the truth can sometimes lie |
| To see it all for what it was you need an uncorrupted eye |
| Was the journey worth it, only time will tell |
| Still looking for Nirvana, at the Beat Hotel |
| Take me to your leader, take me to the man |
| Someone has got the answer, someone’s got the perfect plan |
| If you’re looking in the alleys, if you’re looking in the bars |
| You’ll find us in the gutter, looking at the stars |
| Looking at the stars |
| We’re looking at the stars |