En Route to the Beverly Hills Hotel Songtext

von Sparks

[Limo driver]:
Mr. Bergman, sir, again, your limousine awaits. I'm here to drive
You to your hotel – the fabulous Beverly Hills Hotel. Please, get in.

Was your meeting great?

[Ingmar Bergman]:
Yes

[Limo driver]:
Sorry, hit the curb. Like a little music?…

[Ingmar Bergman]:
No!

[Limo driver]:
Very well, sir, mum is now the word.

[Ingmar Bergman]:
As foolish as I may find these people, I must not be hasty. I've
Never had the luxury of a true budget. Actors are actors. Crews
Are crews. Language, however, is not language. How would I do
Working in English? Hollywood movie music is an abomination.
Method acting is ridiculous. Celebrity is destructive. I must think.

[Limo driver]:
Here we are, at last. Home away from home. Finest hotel in our
Town, it's European, Paris-style, or Rome.

Pleasant afternoon.

[Ingmar Bergman]:
Thank you.

[Limo driver]:
Get a little rest.

[Ingmar Bergman]:
I will.

[Limo driver]:
I'll be back tomorrow, they've said pick you up at 10,
That's their request.