Chelsea Hotel

I've been burying myself in Leonard Cohen lately. True beauty. I think he wrote this song about Janis Joplin. Makes me wonder if she actually gave him head. It wouldn't suprise me. I certainly would, if I had the chance, hahah... Not too serious today. Hey, I'm trying here.

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I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

you were talking so brave and so sweet

giving me head on the unmade bed

while the limousines wait in the street

those were the reasons

and that was New York

we were running for the money and the flesh

and that was called love

for the workers in song

probably still is for those of them left

ah, but you got away

didn't you, baby?

you just turned your back on the crowd

you got away

I never once heard you say

"I need you, I don't need you,

I need you, I don't need you,"

and all of that driving around

I remember you well in the Chelsea hotel

you were famous, your heart was a legend

you told me again you preferred handsome men

but for me, you would make an exception

and clenching your fists

for the ones like us

who are opressed by the figures of beauty

you fixed yourself, you said,

"well, never mind,

we are ugly, but we have the music,"

and then you got away

didn't you, baby?

you just turned your back on the crowd

you got away

I never once heard you say

"I need you, I don't need you,

I need you, I don't need you,"
and all of that driving around

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best

I can't keep track of each fallen robin

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

that's all, I don't even think of you that often