Motellblues - Tønes

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Foten te stålampo skinner i gull og skjermene er rødlige

Her er det alltid ledige romma

Fortrekte gardiner og plastikk-blomster

Tre kanaler på fjernynet

Passordet te nettverket virke ikkje

Dusjhode som spruter i alle retninga

Det er sjeldent eg føle meg så aleina

Tak over hode, tefat med et par sprukne krus

Frokost med h-melk og utvannet jus

Det her e motellblues

Det her e motellblues

Han som drive plassen he overtatt etter faren

Så var gammel og sur og sleid med dårlige bein

Moren gjenge enno her og klage

Hu vise ingen svakhetstegn

Han sidde i resepsjonen og mumle

Eg seie passordet te nettverket virke ikkje

Nøkkelen henger i en bit med to fire

I nattbordet ligge nytestamentet

Tak over hode, tefat med et par sprukne krus

Frokost med h-melk og utvannet jus

Det her e motellblues

Det her e motellblues

Eg tåre ikkje tenka på kem andre som he såve her

Fanden e malt på veggen, han henge og ler

The walls were once wooden

The foot of the steel lamp shines in gold and the shades are reddish

Here there are always available rooms

Curtains and plastic flowers preferred

Three channels on TV

The network password does not work

Shower head that sprays in all directions

It's rare that I feel so alone

Roof over head, tea saucer with a couple of cracked mugs

Breakfast with h milk and watered down juice

This is motel blues

This is motel blues

He who runs the place took over from his father

So was old and grumpy and sled with bad legs

The mother is still here complaining

Hu show no signs of weakness

He sat in the reception desk muttering

I say the password and the network doesn't work

The key hangs in a piece of two-by-fours

In the bedside table lie the testament

Roof over head, tea saucer with a couple of cracked mugs

Breakfast with h milk and watered down juice

This is motel blues

This is motel blues

I don't dare think about who else has slept here

The devil is painted on the wall, he hangs and laughs