Mmm
Mmm
Cheap motel heaven
Cheap motel heaven
Neon leaking through the curtain
Blue light buzzing on your skin
We had five dollars and a charger
And the rain kept crawling in
You said every song is rented now
Nothing stays inside our hands
But the bass was walking under us
Like a dog without a plan
Boom ba da
Boom ba da
Boom ba da da
I keep driving
I keep driving
Through the silver on the glass
I keep smiling
I keep smiling
Like the night is gonna last
CHEAP MOTEL HEAVEN
CHEAP MOTEL HEAVEN
OH OH OH
CHEAP MOTEL HEAVEN
CHEAP MOTEL HEAVEN
RAIN ON THE HIGHWAY TAKE ME HOME
Take me home
There were towels on the bathroom floor
And a heart scratched in the door
You were laughing at a broken lamp
Like we never needed more
All our playlists disappeared
All our pictures turned to blue
But that cheap room smelled like gasoline
And I was almost new with you
WHERE WE GOING
CHEAP MOTEL HEAVEN
WHAT WE LOSING
EVERYTHING EVERYTHING
DO WE CARE
NO NO NO
Boom ba da
Boom ba da
Boom ba da da
I was scrolling through my life again
Looking for a place to stay
Every face became a thumbnail
Every love became a wave
But your hand was warm in the parking lot
And the vending machine glowed gold
For one dumb beautiful second
We were never getting old
Never getting old
Never getting old
Never getting old
Never getting old
Cheap motel heaven
Cheap motel heaven
HEY
HEY
HEY
CHEAP MOTEL HEAVEN
CHEAP MOTEL HEAVEN
OH OH OH
CHEAP MOTEL HEAVEN
CHEAP MOTEL HEAVEN
RAIN ON THE HIGHWAY TAKE ME HOME
CHEAP MOTEL HEAVEN
CHEAP MOTEL HEAVEN
WE WERE BROKE BUT WE WERE GOLD
OH OH OH
OH OH OH
NEVER GETTING OLD
Cheap motel heaven
Cheap motel heaven
Never getting old
Never getting old
Take me home
- Lyricist
MASAQUI
- Composer
MASAQUI
- Producer
MASAQUI
- Programming
MASAQUI
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CHEAP MOTEL HEAVEN
MASAQUI
A lost 2014 midnight highway blues recording discovered from a forgotten live performance
Cheap motels
Wet neon lights
Rain soaked highways
Half broken love
All trapped inside hypnotic triplet blues rhythms and trembling falsetto vocals
Sudden silence
Distorted microphones
Worn tape hiss
Wet night air
Distant crowds fading into static
Because the performance is imperfect the loneliness and happiness of the night feel painfully real
A forgotten recording that captures the emptiness of the streaming generation like an old road movie nobody remembers
A dangerous nostalgic recording that feels like a memory that never truly existed
