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Nick Toczek - Hotel Music lyrics

Artist: Nick Toczek

album: Walking The Tightrope


By
Night
Air-con
Has its fans
They whistle
Ventilators sigh
A balcony launches
Brief bursts of language
Out back, trash avalanches
Then the bin lid loudly slams
Hot kitchens exhale an oily steam
TVs dream or ooze ill news from wars
Cars purr, rub up, draw their claws, pause
Loud people pour through doors, are absorbed
Rooms murmur. Passing planes scrape at the sky
Out here, asthmatic, I cough, silencing the single cicada
And causing roosting birds in the planted palms to complain
They pick up phones, call reception, are told that someone will deal with me

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