Musical Ladders

Michelle Branch - “Hotel Paper”

Posted by: Lilo Lale on: September 10, 2007

Michelle Branch is a great musician. Her music and lyrics are usually damn good. Nothing over the top, but I can always connect to her music emotionally. That’s something I love.

“Hotel Paper” is no exception.  It’s not a song that I can really relate to right now, but I completely get where she’s coming from. There was a guy one time, but that’s a story for my other blog.. And for those of you that know me, it’s not who you think. This was years ago.

My favorite part of the song is the chorus. It gets stuck in your head and kind of lingers. It’s what originally drew me to the song.

I think one of the reasons I like Michelle’s songs so much is because you can feel the emotion in her voice. I fell in love with this song before I actually knew the lyrics. My mind was focused on something personal I was going through, and I just began to hum the tune to this song in my head. I didn’t know that it was about being involved with someone that’s already taken until about the third listen. The same thing happened another time with another one of her songs (‘Til I Get Over You).

I relate to the first lines in the song though. “I write mostly on hotel paper knowing that my thoughts will never leave this room.” I don’t write on hotel paper, but I do have a notebook that I write in that no one sees. I don’t consider it a journal, but it does contain my deepest thoughts.

I write mostly on hotel paper
Knowing that my thoughts will never leave this room
I’d be out of line telling you, “Leave her”
So I lie all lonely surrouded by you
Oh
By you
Oh

Lately I can’t be happy for no one
They think I need some time to myself
Oh
I try to smile but I can’t remember
I know tomorrow there’ll be nothing else
Oh

And I
I wanted to be giving you everything she’s not giving
And I
I wanted to see ’cause I didn’t believe what I’d been hearing

Ooh
Ooh

You turned out to be more than I bargined for
And I can tell that you need to get away
Forgive me if I admit that I’d love to love you
We both realized it way too late
Oh

And I
I wanted to be giving you everything she’s not giving
And I
I wanted to see ’cause I didn’t believe what I’d been hearing
Maybe this wind blowing in just came from the ocean

I write mostly on hotel paper

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