Hotel is a place where anyone can have access for a price. I don’t think this necessarily has to do with sexual relationships, but maybe even just the process of writing his heart out in the midst of being a songwriter. Everyone has seen his inner thoughts, feelings, and life. He’s lost himself in the process.
“And rooms filled with reckless pride,”
His desire to please everyone and reach the top has left his heart filled with lots of resentment & other unhealthy attitudes towards himself and the world.
“And the walls have grown sturdy, and the halls have worn well, but there is nobody living inside.”
He’s tried to patch things up, cope with these feelings over time. He feels like it’s held up well given all he’s experienced, but in its current form, it’s not anything he (or anyone else) wants to love.
“Gonna pull in the shutters, on this heart of mine, roll up the carpets, pull in the blinds, and retreat to the chambers that I left behind, in hopes there still may be love left to find.”
He’s soul searching, trying to find himself again. He tried to dress himself up for everyone, and instead he needs to hunker down and examine things from the inside - let his real self back out from being hidden beneath all the facades he lays out.
“Seek inspiration from daily affairs, now your soul is in trouble and requires repair, and the voices you hear at the top of the stairs are only echoes of unanswered prayers.”
This is a restatement of the situation. He got so wrapped up in being a celebrity to all that he got damaged and lonely...and he feels as though God hasn’t provided the relief either.
I think the restatement of “Well there’s too many windows in this old hotel” provides hope. He recognizes the problem, he can’t keep exposing himself like he has. The question is whether there’s still something left that someone can love.
“Too many windows in this old hotel,”
Hotel is a place where anyone can have access for a price. I don’t think this necessarily has to do with sexual relationships, but maybe even just the process of writing his heart out in the midst of being a songwriter. Everyone has seen his inner thoughts, feelings, and life. He’s lost himself in the process.
“And rooms filled with reckless pride,”
His desire to please everyone and reach the top has left his heart filled with lots of resentment & other unhealthy attitudes towards himself and the world.
“And the walls have grown sturdy, and the halls have worn well, but there is nobody living inside.”
He’s tried to patch things up, cope with these feelings over time. He feels like it’s held up well given all he’s experienced, but in its current form, it’s not anything he (or anyone else) wants to love.
“Gonna pull in the shutters, on this heart of mine, roll up the carpets, pull in the blinds, and retreat to the chambers that I left behind, in hopes there still may be love left to find.”
He’s soul searching, trying to find himself again. He tried to dress himself up for everyone, and instead he needs to hunker down and examine things from the inside - let his real self back out from being hidden beneath all the facades he lays out.
“Seek inspiration from daily affairs, now your soul is in trouble and requires repair, and the voices you hear at the top of the stairs are only echoes of unanswered prayers.”
This is a restatement of the situation. He got so wrapped up in being a celebrity to all that he got damaged and lonely...and he feels as though God hasn’t provided the relief either.
I think the restatement of “Well there’s too many windows in this old hotel” provides hope. He recognizes the problem, he can’t keep exposing himself like he has. The question is whether there’s still something left that someone can love.
@Guitarearl great review
@Guitarearl great review