The Streets - Hotel Expressionism [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Example]
Ahh the fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe
The minibar can be part of the art also

[Hook]
The fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe
The mini bar can be part of the art

In the early hours of a blurry hotel
You need guests and venture forth
My word is word if we earn success
In hotel expressionism

Stay away from small boutique hotels
So when wrecked there's no victim
I've been ejected from hotels that
When I'm checking in will swear to be with them

Man, I'm not some crank vandal
Swinging the TV about at random
Attached to the lamp stand for a handle
Is the art of action through crafted illusion

Tediously mischief from raking
Is why we hide from enemy pages
Throwing the TV out the window
Mate, is nothing clear of weak cliche

It's vandalism and expressionism
Is to be keenly disassociated
I'm talking incontrovertible
Structural damage human injury, real mayhem

[Hook]

Fill the iron with minibar brandy
And blam see you have a brandy iron
The sweet boozy steam moves freely
And is in no manner mindless fun

Express yourself in anyway, say anything you may
And anyway that man lied to you
That's fucking lies, fucking cunt
The fucking damage isn't minor, fucker

But louts harassing is fucking drole
Spelling through the death of rock and roll
Rap and roll are separate to some acid trip
Cause rock and roll is fucking old

The group of girls your zone in on
Have to be on their own there and pissed
But you have a problem with the man they're with
He's a dealer but there's a rift

You need to get him fucked up on his own shit
Take his gear, he disappears
Leave him there his hand in a bucket of water
A gaffer taped to a chair in a lift

[Hook]

I'll tell you straight
Expressionism is his own form of art
Because with normal art someone usually
The artist they pour out their heart

But it's worth is decided by committee
And has to obey the law and sharks
I tell expressionists walk out the lift
Mind checking out pay for their art

Real art should be nothing but that
Shouldn't be about the money or fashion
I make these crap rap rhythms
To pay the hotel bills that fund my passion

[Hook]

[Outro: Example]
It's tedious, the mischief from raking
Why we hide from enemy pages
Throwing the TV out the window, mate
Is nothing clear of weak cliche

It's vandalism and expressionism
Is to be keenly disassociated
I'm talking incontrovertible structural damage
Human injury, well mayhem basically