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Chelsea Hotel #21,252
03:30
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i’d like to stay at the Chelsea Hotel
when it reopens in 2019
and i’ll do a whole lot of drugs
in my auspicious residency
it’ll be decorated to look run down
with water damage painted on the ceilings
and i’ll play a steinway they bring to my room
trying to capture my feelings
i’ll write on the wall in erasable ink
to do what i think Patti Smith does
and i’ll write an award-winning ballad
all about getting my dick sucked
if i could stay at the Chelsea Hotel
i'd spend all my time photographing myself
be like my heroes just for a day
i want to be real and I’m willing to pay
i’d like to stay at the Chelsea Hotel
when it reopens in 2019
but rent will include cable and wi-fi
and dryer and washing machine
i’ll tell everyone that i’m writing a book
or an album or movie or something
and i’ll fall in love with someone down the hall
but i’ll see them and i’ll take off running
i’d like to live in my own little world
where everything i do is important
so book me a room at the Chelsea Hotel
and i’ll pretend i’m too poor to afford it
if i could stay at the Chelsea Hotel
i’d spend all my time photographing myself
be like my heroes just for a day
i want to be real and i’m willing to pay
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Roosevelt Island
02:59
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let’s get away from all the noise
from all the screaming girls and boys
let’s hide out in abandoned malls
in unoccupied bathroom stalls
let’s go to where it’s always clean
where rats don’t run across our feet
let’s swing right over all the foam
of the river that protects our home
baby let’s run away
to roosevelt island
let’s dance across the graves
when the moon is shining
i can be boss tweed
and you’ll be billie holliday
let’s step right off the stage
to roosevelt island
let’s go where there’s a couple trees
where there’s no one but you and me
where we can see the city lights
but they don’t keep us up at night
let’s go where no one knows our name
where sirens won’t drive us insane
where there’s one way in and one way out
and we can be forgot about
baby let’s run away
to roosevelt island
let’s dance across the graves
when the moon is shining
i can be boss tweed
and you’ll be billie holliday
let’s step right off the stage
to roosevelt island
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Walkin' Closet
03:41
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my room is small
and the view's the same
through the walls
you can hear the rain
people walk on by
if they looked up
we'd make eye contact
that would suck
i can see into the windows of the people cross the street
i think that i might drown if my radiator leaks
my windows aren't very good at keeping in the heat
so stay right next to me
my room is small
but the ceiling's high-ish
it might be warmer up there
you should try it
my bed's a twin
so there's room for two
if you really stretch it
we could sleep 'til noon
it'll only kinda hurt my feelings if you say you have to leave
but there isn't room for both of us, there's hardly room for me
but wouldn't it be kinda fun to see if we could squeeze
and share each other's heat
it's cold and i can't shut up about it
there's so much i'd be better off without
i can't bring myself to throw it all away
since i'd have to go out
my room is small
and so am i
if i fall
i won't even die
all the cars
make noises through the night
no star
could shine when it's this bright
the people cross the street can see me when i sleep
i'm 21 years old, this is what they call a peak
i'm so fucking tired of getting what i need
when what i want's so close to me
what i want's so close to me
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4. |
No Whiskey In Existence
02:25
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i sat alone commanding
an army of dead soldiers
i thought about september days
when the wind got colder
when she left she said to me
"i need some time to think"
i hear that it's her wedding day
all i can do is drink
no whiskey in existence could make me forget her
i keep on drinking 'cause i had to go and let her
steal my heart and sell it back to me
i stumbled home from harry's place
belting shane macgowan lyrics
i sang so loud i tried to make
my former lover hear it
my voice echoed down the street
the concrete empty canyon
the falling snow turned into sleet
and i stood there abandoned
no whiskey in existence could make me forget her
i keep on drinking 'cause i had to go and let her
steal my heart and sell it back to me
it's all my fault
i'm to blame
'cause she got sick of waiting
all you out there listening
try to head my warning
there ain't nothing interesting
in an unfinished story
so pour a glass up to the brim
and raise it to yourself
'cause it's you who chose to feel like this
no one did it for you
no whisky in existence could make you forget it
it don't make a difference if you're the one who said it
knock it back and sell yourself the lie
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5. |
You Only Love The Bit
02:33
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please remind me not to take your advice
you’re not helping just trying to be nice
this is stupid, no one will ever hear
but i’ve got no other way of making myself clear
‘cause whenever i speak
i see you brace for disappointment
my voice is always weak
from questioning my choices
you said you fell for my fractured sentences
or how i panic right after we kiss
my incoherent manufactured wit
you don’t love me, you only love the bit
‘cause whenever i speak
i see you brace for disappointment
my voice is always weak
from questioning my choices
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Cashel O'Malley New York, New York
Cashel is a songwriter and producer based in New York.
He is a member of Thelma Collective.
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