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Room 404

Sultry Heavy Blues Rock

The Story

Rain on the hotel glass. Two strangers, no names, no morning to fake.

“Room 404” is a heavy blues rock song about one night that burns every reason away – a dark, sultry surrender to desire, where control is the first thing to go.

Musically, it hits from the very first second: a cold start on a driving riff, thick double-tracked overdriven guitars, roaring Hammond organ swells and a wailing blues lead guitar. On top, a raspy, powerful rock tenor – and in the shadows, a breathy female whisper that never lets go.

Turn it up. Lock the door.

Lyrics

Room.. 404
I leave the key.. inside the lock
Don't move
(Mmh)

Rain runs heavy.. down the hotel glass
Counting the shadows.. as the headlights pass
You take off your rings.. with a careless grace
Leaving small bruises.. that the night won't erase
Your dress hit the floor.. without making a sound
(Not a sound)
Just two selfish strangers.. waiting to drown
(Drown with me)

You light up a match.. just to watch the smoke rise
I see the cold verdict.. inside your dark eyes
Say that you want this
(I want it)
Before we lose control
(Lose it all)

Tie my wrists to the weight of your bed
(Tie them tight)
Burn every reason.. out of my head
(Out of your head)
Press your mouth on my collar.. leave the mark deep
I didn't come to this darkness to sleep
(Don't you sleep)
You rule this perimeter, you make the rule
And I'm just your willing, addicted damned fool
(My fool)

You trace down my spine.. with the edge of your nail
Watching my steady, calm breathing derail
No names to remember.. no morning to fake
Just how much friction.. our bodies can make
(Feel the heat)
Pull me under the tide
(Under the tide)

The ice in the tumbler.. is melted away
There is nothing pure left.. for tomorrow to say
Your hands in my hair
(Right there)
Pull it tighter.. right there
Show me no mercy.. don't you dare look away
(Look at me)

Tie my wrists to the weight of your bed
(Tie them tight)
Burn every reason.. out of my head
(Out of your head)
Press your mouth on my collar.. leave the mark deep
I didn't come to this darkness to sleep
(Don't you sleep)
You rule this perimeter, you make the rule
And I'm just your willing, addicted damned fool
(My fool)

Music & Production: ABard
Artwork: Albert Bardewyck
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