Novotel

Viviendo como vivo ahora en uno de ellos me ha hecho mucha gracia encontrar esta canción del locuelo de Adam Green.

Novotel

All the women in the factory
when their faces blow a fuse it's a miracle
i have to feed them facts to be alone
magnifico!
oh, fellas and umbrellas in the middle of the night
what you gonna do when the menanites bite?
lock lips in the teddy boy's cheverolet
dutch tips and you're punked in the alleyway

novotel; the phone's tapped anyway
novotel; i need something of my own
no dice, i feed them facts to be alone
and alone and alone, yeah

smoke crack like guys at...
faux black delayed reaction of
sure enough she's snuggling up to me
i've got to feed them facts

she never listened when i tell her that i want to go
she should have come when i invited you to see my show
gee it's a pitty that your momma had to get away
i've got to break for the holiday

down in the factory
i've got to bring them back to me
cus if you care i don't want to come back to there

down in the factory when their faces blow a fuse it's a miracle
i have to feed them facts to be alone
magnifico!

and the women don't look back to me
i got a motel momma down in the cannery
i've got to feed them facts to be alone
and alone and alone, yeah

Está en su disco Jacket Full of Danger y aunque la letra sea un poco realista verle o escucharle cantándola sigue siendo un punto.

Y al googlear para encontrar la letra he encontrado que también los Manic Street Preachers de mis entretelas tienen otra canción dedicada a estos hotelillos. Como se puede ver mucho más cruda

The ballad of the Bangkok novotel

No scream, no smile, no nothing for me
It's so hot that I can't breathe
Nine stone two and six foot three
Rats are crawling on my feet
Shrivel to nothing for the company
Lizards and geckos cover me
Military police are after me
But everybody else is so happy

Mini sized apples filled with disease
Even the water tastes like tea
On a diet of Gaviscon
Look at me I'm fuckin' gone
A light watch five times a day
Madonna's fuckin' on the car again
On the phone ten times a day
Hiding under the table again

Breakfast, my mouth tastes like piss
Masturbation, there's nothing left
In a daze, anorexic haze
Look outside and join the insane
The bug inside of me won't go
Egg and chips is all I want
So hungry I can taste home
Wake up screaming on all fours

Knocking-knock-knocking on my door
My life is a disaster
Giant ice cubes rolling on the floor
Someone help me, dear God
Everybody has fake smiles
I am losing my fuckin' mind
I've had enough of being alone
I'd give anything to save my soul

I think that I have seen the devil
Satan smiles at me in the mirror
Revolution in the golden palace
Four sickly boys are losing resistance
So much porn and alcohol
I'm so numb to my hormones
But my purity is winning
Five years later I'm still shaking

Pos eso, que me voy al hotel
Boa Noite