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Cold Water Flat (song)

Wonder Hotel

Words by Dave uncleweed Olson (written in Pokhara, Nepal) with additions by Mikael Lewis

Music, vocals, guitars by Mikael Lewis (recorded in Utah, USA)

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Cold Water Flat

Landlady’s always angry
So I keep strangers hours
Meditate to TV static
Decorate only with the freshest flowers

Use the payphone down the stairs
Still has that old rotary dial
Instant coffee in electric kettle
Takeaway leftovers wrapped up in foil

I will wait in this cold water flat
Rent paid out 3 months in advance
It’s lonely, but I’m not alone
I’ve got memories of you… for to keep me warm

Registered under a fake name
Though I’ve really nothing to fear
Endearment terms are always wide open
And your affections are always quite near

Hot water register yawns and moans
Damn thing either freezes or it burns
Three tarnished coins run the washing machine
Dirt spins round and around as I yearn

I’ll wait in this cold water flat
Yes I’ve mailed you a dark scribbled map
It’s lonely here, but I’m never alone
I’ve got memories of you…to torture my soul

Gave up on the smokes and the booze
I like to think I’ve paid all my dues
Now my addictions are much more complex
I just torture myself with my memory of you

Cold Water Flat

V.1

Landlady’s always angry

So I keep stranger hours

Meditate to TV static

Decorate with fresh flower

V.2

Use the payphone downstairs

Still with a rotary dial

Instant coffee in electric kettle

Takeaway leftovers wrapped in foil

C.1

I will wait for you

In this cold water flat

Paid 3 months in advance

For this walk-up tenement

V.3

I’ve waited near a decade now

Loved other in between

But affections are on hiatus

Until you conquer me

V.4

Complications acknowledged

I’m complicit to the scheme

Reinvention and retribution

Or maybe something in between

C.2

I’m still waiting for you

In this cold water flat

Three storey Victorian lady

I’ve mailed you a scribbled map

V.5

Hot water register yawns

Either freezes of burns

Three coins to run the washer

Dirt spins and I yearn

V.6

Two bricks and stolen planks

Fashion a sturdy coffee table

Year old magazines bore me

Come quickly – as soon as you’re able

V.7

Registered with a fake name

Though i’ve nothing to fear

Endearments terms are wide open

Come by whenever, I’m always here

C.3

I’m here sequestered

In this cold water home

Hinges are rusty squeaky

Mournful jazz saxophone

V.8

Gave up the booze mostly

And usually the smokes

My addictions have changed now

Hooked on lamenting lost hope

V.9

I’m better than you expected

Finer than you’ve wished

My heart is wide open

Like a cliche cinema kiss

C.4

Please come to me

In this cold water room

I’ve survived the winter barely

And desire you so very soon

B.1

There’s a broken bidet

and a persian french cat

striped awning across the street

where strangers wait for a bus

going home to a fresh bottle

cork just popped by a lover

or even a gentle friend –

envy is useless emotion

as is its cousin jealousy

takes all my self-restraint

to maintain dignity

not shout out the window

go home, go quick

love you fools, be loved