3311 Hamilton Way

It’s just a short walk from Club 39. You take the “A” bus to the end of the line.
She's in the very last building with the wrought iron gate to the right.
There’s a woman at the door with pearls in his voice. She orders you to choose the proper creature of your choice.
There’s the harlot in black. There’s the negress, and there's the boys.

You gotta be prepared to be pretty strange down at 3311 Hamilton Way.
You just might find your Dorian Gray at 3311 Hamilton Way.

You find a leather chair 'cause you're feelin’ kinda lost. Your host comes up. She’s fingerin' the cross.
You’re wonderin’ who’s gonna play the role of the boss.
You decide it’s okay if you take it where it goes. You shove her face down between her toes.
She's a wrought iron maiden and a funny kinda feelin' starts to flow.

It’s all right, you're okay at 331 Hamilton Way.
All the businessmen are gonna get laid at 3311 Hamilton Way.

You wanted to do this all your life: A night out with the boys, to hell with the wife.
You're gettin’ kinda tired of the 9 to 5. A little degradation gonna make you come alive.
So you hide your suit and tie and you powder your face.
There’s the high-heeled boots, and don’t forget the saffron lace.

There’s a room down the hall with antlers on the door. An expert inside on Nazi lore
Takes you ‘round the world, and baby you still want more.
So you get down on your knees and you give her the power, beggin’ her to give you her golden shower.
She's a flesh-eaten carnival, runnin' every 24 hours.

There's just a small admission to pay at 3311 Hamilton Way.
It's a high-class building down in Silver Lake: 3311 Hamilton Way.

It's just a short walk from Club 39. You take the “A” bus to the end of the line.
She's in the very last building with the wrought iron gate to the right.

Copyright 2006 NADJA MUSIC Reinaldo García
October 1974 Point Arena, CA

3311

After I returned to Los Angeles in the autumn of 1971 from a six week hitchhiking expedition around Western Europe, I rented a downstairs Hollywood apartment. From the apartment above me, I heard strange noises, and observed a steady parade of men up the stairs. Years later, during the Watergate Hearings, I lived at 3311 Hamilton Way and decided the address would be a great song title. Shortly after I moved to the Mendocino Coast in 1974, I composed this song, which was heavily influenced by Jacques Brel’s The Port of Amsterdam, sung by David Bowie on a bootlegged LP.

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