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