Lyrical Locations - The Paradise Steakhouse

I've made no real secret of the fact that music does a great deal to inspire me. While I don't have it playing in the background during my games (although many do indeed do that), I rely on music to keep me inspired and going when I need a lift.

The other day, it occurred to me that songs often mention locations that have no specific tie to a particular place, other than whatever is in the artist's mind at the time. As I thought of some of these places, I thought it might be fun to pick apart the lyrics of said songs and create locations that you can drop into any fantasy role-playing game.

I play 4th Edition Dungeons & Dragons, so the things and items described will be based on that version of the game. However, I think I can create enough "fluff" around these bits to create a location that you can use in just about any game.

The first location in this series is a place called "The Paradise Steakhouse". This location is based on the song of the same name written by Ian Anderson and performed by Jethro Tull.  Here are the lyrics to that song:


PARADISE STEAKHOUSE LYRICS*

I'd like to take you
To the edge of every morning
On a magic eiderdown
To a window chair

In the Paradise Steakhouse
Where there's a cup of silver coffee
Steaming chrome reflections
From the mist in your hair

Try not to watch me
(Try not to watch me)
Just call me after dark-fall
(Call me after dark-fall)
I'll bring a whip to sow
My seed on your land

In the Paradise Steakhouse
There's a cup of silver coffee
A sheath of steel so you may hold
My sword in your hand

I'll cut you, divide you
Into tender pieces
No wings to fly away
Upon my dear

In the Paradise Steakhouse
On a plate upon a table
I will carve your name with care
To last the years

I'd like to eat you
(I'd like to eat you)
All fire will consume you
(Fire will consume you)
Roast on the spit of love
On this arrow true

In the Paradise Steakhouse
I'll taste every finger
Baking in the ashes
Till the flames rise anew

I'd like to take you
To the edge of every morning
On a magic eiderdown
To a window chair

In the Paradise Steakhouse
Where there's a cup of silver coffee
Steaming chrome reflections
From the mist in your hair

*These lyrics have been printed here without permission.



Get the PDF for the Paradise Steak House 




Until next time...

Game excellently with one another.




P.S.  If you like this series and you are an artist that would like some practice, I'd love to see illustrations. No pressure, no requirements. Just contribute as you may. Send me an email if you're interested.