Demo for DePotorLand. Electric guitars and vocals by George Potor
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Story behind the song
Written about a motel we stopped at late one summer night in northern Michigan when we were exhausted from being on the road all day. Skeevy to say the least.
Lyrics
1
Drivin’ drivin’ drivin’
Searching for a room
Somewhere nuthin’ special
We better find it soon.
Overshot the exit
‘Cross the blurry lines
Lost and near exhaustion
Must’ve missed that sign
Tired of the night and our eyes were gettin’ dry;
Can’t find ‘em on a smartphone; forget about a website.
Only one rented car in the parking lot;
Light inside the office; let’s see what they got.
Chorus:
Yer on the low wrung in Hell
At the No-Tell Motel, Hang on!
Yer on the low wrung in Hell
At the No-Tell Motel
2
Two here you can choose from
Then I’m closin’ down.
Single or two queens;
No one else around.
Yer stay just might go viral,
But never in the news.
Mostly we get cash here;
We do take credit, too.
Forty-five rooms at our weekday rate;
Overhead light on a rusty pull-chain.
Wobbly waves of paneling rattle on the walls;
Doors equipped with triple locks, free local calls.
Chorus
3
Hidden in the darkness
The edge of bright despair
Covered with amnesia
Deception in the air
Pattern on the bedspread
‘Spiciously oblique
Gotta be a stain there
And it’s givin’ us the creeps
Cigarettes and antifreeze, a dose o’ CarpetFresh,
Multiple amenities available upon request.
People come and go in the night or in the day;
We couldn’t wait to leave and wash the dirt away.
Chorus
