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Sitting In My Hotel Lyrics
If my friends could see me now, driving round just like a film star,
In a chauffeur driven jam jar, they would laugh.
They would all be saying that its not really me,
They would all be asking who Im trying to be.
If my friends could see me now,
Looking out my hotel window,
Dressed in satin strides and two-tone daisy roots,
If my friends could see me now I know they would smile.
Sitting in my hotel, hiding from the dramas of this great big world,
Seven stories high, looking at the world go by.
Sitting in my hotel room, thinking of the countryside and sunny days in june.
Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room.
If my friends could see me now, dressing up in my bow-tie,
Prancing round the room like some outrageous poove,
They would tell me that Im just being used
They would ask me what Im trying to prove.
They would see me in my hotel,
Watching late shows till the morning,
Writing songs for old time vaudeville revues.
All my friends would ask me what its all leading to.
Sitting in my hotel, looking through the window at the people in the street,
Seven stories high looking at the world go by,
Sitting in my hotel, looking at the world outside.
If my friends could see me now they would try to understand me,
They would ask me what on earth Im trying to prove.
All my friends would ask me what its all leading to.
In a chauffeur driven jam jar, they would laugh.
They would all be saying that its not really me,
They would all be asking who Im trying to be.
Looking out my hotel window,
Dressed in satin strides and two-tone daisy roots,
If my friends could see me now I know they would smile.
Seven stories high, looking at the world go by.
Sitting in my hotel room, thinking of the countryside and sunny days in june.
Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room.
Prancing round the room like some outrageous poove,
They would tell me that Im just being used
They would ask me what Im trying to prove.
They would see me in my hotel,
Watching late shows till the morning,
Writing songs for old time vaudeville revues.
All my friends would ask me what its all leading to.
Seven stories high looking at the world go by,
Sitting in my hotel, looking at the world outside.
They would ask me what on earth Im trying to prove.
All my friends would ask me what its all leading to.
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I think this song is about becoming famous and how people think that fame changes all aspects of your life even the way you used to think. As if with fame, the silly things you used to do and the memories of unimportant nonsense are erased because you are now an "important" person. however this song talks about how he is still mentally connected with the people and ways of his old life and how his new rich self isn't who he really is but is someone he would have made fun of with his old friends. the sad part about this song is that he is doomed to isolation by hanging on to his old life which is ultimately unachievable as his new lifestyle has created a social barrier and his old friends have no doubt moved on, leaving him living through his past self. (no idea if this is correct, it's merely what I got from the song)
There's a tension in this song:
On the one hand , the protagonist does not want to be cut off from his roots, does not want to be a pretty princely boy taking his cues from the pretty people, and does not want to be a creature and a prisoner of luxury, and of servants who are always servile and never tell the truth.
At the same time, I think he'd love all the unguents and marvels and dainties given to Prince Magarett and Princess Jagger.