Lori Rosolowsky: Music

• MP3 play whole song, lo-fi (modem)

When a swanky hotel in California refused me access to a piano for “insurance reasons,” I became obsessed with getting my hands on one.

They keep you shiny, like patent leather shoes
We’re not to touch you, for fear of abuse
The ones who use are paid to after dark
If they’d let me, I’d touch you with all my heart.

I’m alone in my hotel room, staring at the waves
While the others catch California rays
In the Pacific, but I’ll feel no peace
Until I get my hands on your ivories.
Baby…baby grand piano
Maybe I could play ya
Let’s say we rendezvous.

You sit there silent, neglected from disuse
I sit here silent, imprisoned with my muse
The guys in charge here have this policy
That keeps out people who love you just like me.

I’m alone in my hotel room, staring at the waves
While the others catch California rays
In the Pacific, but I’ll feel no peace
Unless I can caress your gentle keys.
Baby…baby grand piano
Maybe I could play ya
Let’s say we rendezvous

Let me play with you.