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Grand Hotel Lyrics
Somewhere below the grand hotel
There is a tunnel that leads down to hell
Take the dumbwaiter, the laundry chute
Then sneak through the hall past the boys shining boots
Then left at the courtyard, through the old garden
Where all the bellhops smoke with the guards
And then you run through the old lakehouse
Down to the old lakehouse
Run to the old lakehouse, where it begins
Under the floorboards, there's a deep well
That leads to a spring that sprung up in hell
That's where old devils danced then kissed
Then made their blood pacts in the ancient mists
Then running through forests, they screamed in chorus
While piercing fair maidens chests with their horns
Then they lay in the grass till the dawn came
Sleeping away till the dawn came
Lay in the grass where now stands the grand hotel
The maitre d' and a fancy chef
Silver's real, liqueurs top shelf
Play some tennis, swim in the pool
Stroll the gardens, shady and cool
You won't care that the devils
Won't mind that the devils
Won't know that the devils are near
Somewhere below the grand hotel
There is a tunnel that leads straight to hell
But no one comes up for the souls anymore
They come for some comfort and for the dancefloor
And hiding sharp horns under fedoras
Do not disturb signs instead of a chorus
They toss and turn till the dawn comes
On soft sheets till the dawn comes
No one sleeps at the grand hotel
Room service, minibar,
Scented soaps, chauffeured cars
Stay a day, stay a week
Here's the tunnel, take a peek
Just call up your friends at the front desk
Any hour at the front desk
Call up your friends at the grand hotel
You'll always have friends at the grand hotel
There is a tunnel that leads down to hell
Take the dumbwaiter, the laundry chute
Then sneak through the hall past the boys shining boots
Then left at the courtyard, through the old garden
Where all the bellhops smoke with the guards
Down to the old lakehouse
Run to the old lakehouse, where it begins
That leads to a spring that sprung up in hell
That's where old devils danced then kissed
Then made their blood pacts in the ancient mists
Then running through forests, they screamed in chorus
While piercing fair maidens chests with their horns
Sleeping away till the dawn came
Lay in the grass where now stands the grand hotel
Silver's real, liqueurs top shelf
Play some tennis, swim in the pool
Stroll the gardens, shady and cool
Won't mind that the devils
Won't know that the devils are near
There is a tunnel that leads straight to hell
But no one comes up for the souls anymore
They come for some comfort and for the dancefloor
And hiding sharp horns under fedoras
Do not disturb signs instead of a chorus
On soft sheets till the dawn comes
No one sleeps at the grand hotel
Scented soaps, chauffeured cars
Stay a day, stay a week
Here's the tunnel, take a peek
Any hour at the front desk
Call up your friends at the grand hotel
You'll always have friends at the grand hotel
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I think this song is about long-term depression (or sadness, or fear.) that little seed in your heart that feels like it's always in mourning, even when life seems fine. When you fight it or deny its existence, it's terrifying; when you learn to live around it it becomes benign in a way. it's still there, but it's always been there, and you know you'll be fine anyways. You can go back down to hell if you want, give your chronic lowkey sadness/human condition some company (or maybe it keeps you up at night). but you know it's not going to consume you anymore, it's not out for your soul. It's just a part of you. You stay for a day or a week and then you move on, again.