Not that long ago in dream years
I inhabited a hotel during winter season
Built by the indians buried below
Or so I heard, thing is, listen
There was a room somewhere
Unsure about the floor but
When the elevator threw those
Giant currents of blood
Almost like open red curtains
Showing black&white a path
To a room is a room the room
Above the indians with no summer
And beneath the basement BAM BAM BAM
Heart of the Overlook Hotel howled
I maybe was the one to watch over it
Sometimes it was the other guy
And sometimes there was this sign
“beware the woodsman Cooper”
Strange mithologies walked among us
Thought I rarely saw living human beings
Never felt alone never was let alone
No friends allowed anyway
A room this room the room
Listen to me here ok
Everywhere I have lived
Had this same room
First at parents house in the city
Later in that small house in a village
Lost in the woods of a mound of a hill
When I flew across the ocean
And all the different places I dwelled
This room was always next to mine
Now my room is the Overlook
Overlooking a town between the peaks
First they were all mad then all dead
And now they have changed so much
They barely appear in time for the show
Not like the TV would work fine here
I only find fun in hitting it with my axe
It belonged to a watchman long ago
He liked to visit that room very much
There was this other guy with the same taste
For danger and girls and fire
He used to come from town in disguise
Then his hair turned grey
Then he became the mask
Or should I say he was always the mask
From pure air they descend as the shadows
Of night that spins the world
Black and white and blue
Covered and uncovered in red
As the curtains welcoming us
To their dance of time and space
If you follow me down some time
I’ll go down slow on you
And if you don’t feel like
You can always put me inside
A souvenir snowglobe
“Greetings from The Shining Peaks”
And take me with you anywhere
They’ll probably let you in the room
Always had this things for girls
As that strange case long ago
It all happened there
The man who solved it is still there
Despite recent facts
Is not really happening again
This spirit people from pure air
Will greet you they will
Put a demon in your witch
The one you have always wear inside
We spoke about witches last night
Remember?
When I knew you were the one
And we moved inside each other
Our fate was sealed it has always been
Since that black night watch
When I told you everything I know about them
The room next to mine danced of evil joy
The woodsmen gave the watchman the axe
They told him to fell a victim
And so the story goes on
No love will save us
But is nice to make it with you
In the waiting room
While the spirits get ready for us
To catch us in their bag of death
Seven worlds below us
The indians are coming
They paint our faces in a tomahawk
The dwellers in the treshold as they say
Your portrait so damn pretty
That could blow the Overlook away
And walk with fire
And dance with BOB and the little man
And all these masked people at the ballroom
A mob ready to lynch the king
Universe is just this
As it always was and always will be
For David, Mark, Steve, Stanley and
C.
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