Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Farmer's Hotel , by - Silver Jews. Song from the album Tanglewood Numbers, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 17.10.2005
Record label: Drag City
Song language: English
The Farmer's Hotel |
| The lights went out in New York |
| Then they went out in Goshen |
| I got stuck in Goshen and that was sad |
| The townsfolk stared hard |
| Like their minds had been marred |
| By life in a district so downtrodden and drab |
| I flagged down a stranger |
| In a worn wooden wheelchair |
| And when I asked if he knew of a hotel |
| He said «if I get your meaning |
| Then I’m definitely leaning |
| Towards recommending the Farmer’s Hotel» |
| As I left to find the place |
| A mother looked me in the face |
| And whispered «please sir, not the Farmer’s Hotel» |
| Once where I was headed |
| She swore I would regret it |
| Though what might happen she wouldn’t foretell |
| The old place it was vicious |
| Wicked and pernicious |
| «Please stay clean of that rank abbatoir» |
| Though her words alarmed me |
| I was stuck until morning |
| And in the end we must be who we are |
| With no light on the door |
| I wasn’t quite sure |
| If a night clerk was working within |
| From behind a red curtain |
| Limped a perilous person |
| He appeared to have some egg on his chin |
| This old yankee warlock |
| Brushed back a gray forelock |
| And bid me to sign in the book |
| With no bonhomie |
| He proffered the key |
| Never once did he give me a look |
| I thanked the old codger |
| And in my role as the lodger |
| I headed upstairs for to sleep |
| There was no air of slumber |
| The doors, they had no numbers |
| Which room was intended for me? |
| The passage kept on going |
| Like the carpet was flowing |
| Towards that thing at the end of the hall |
| My own eyed had adjusted |
| This account can be trusted |
| Because I know that I saw what I saw |
| I heard animal noises |
| And tangled up voices |
| Chanting more and of rumors of more |
| There’s no natural law |
| That can explain what I saw |
| Spread out on that straw-covered floor |
| Now I’ve put an ocean |
| Between myself and Goshen |
| To get away from the Farmer’s Hotel |
| If you get a nation |
| To travel to Goshen |
| Please stay away from the Farmer’s Hotel |
| The lights went out in Goshen |
| Just like poetry in motion |
| And I checked into the Farmer’s Hotel |
| Things to unclean |
| Are better left unseen |
| Please keep away from the Farmer’s Hotel |