Red Hot Lobster

Invert, reverse, repeat

Lucky Number Seven

Girl

You checked in at reception when I saw you,
It was dark outside you still wore sunglasses.
You had your shoes in your hand, they were brand new and broken,
Offered to fix them, gave you my number and said,

Call me if you need anything,
Any time of night you can ring.
I will give these shoes so much care,
Cos' I'm a Concierge.

Gave her the key to my heart on a plastic key ring.
She took the stairs cos the lift was awaiting maintenance.
And so I waited alone bar from my own feelings,
I fantasised about the colour of her eyes, were they

Green, blue, hazel or brown?
Did she have a fresh set of towels?
Oh no, I checked, no need to despair,
'Cos I'm a concierge.
     
I will cater for you, act like your friend,
And maybe your room I could attend.
I will cook you a breakfast in the afternoon,
You know I'm just a phone call away so why

Don't you just pick up the phone,
And everything I do, I'll postpone.
I'm never seen but I'm always there,
'Cos I'm a Concierge.

I'm forever alone,
Treating this hotel as my home.
And none of this with you I'll share,
Cos' I'm a Concierge.


Concierge

A very sad farewell to the Spacefather, Bowie.

Ashes To Ashes

One night Stand

Pawn

Glad to hear Postal Service are getting back together. Here's a cover of there's that I recorded today using my guitar, pianorgan, stylophone, tin whistle and an old tape recorder.

Download it if you like it.

Kieran R. Möist