The Chelsea Hotel by 'Les Pauls (The Pauls) from our new and 21st album The Chelsea Hotel#1 at https://www.paullyrics.com/album/the-chelsea-hotel
The Chelsea Hotel by 'Les Pauls (The Pauls) from our new and 21st album The Chelsea Hotel#1 at https://www.paullyrics.com/album/the-chelsea-hotel
Theres so many tales to tell
From inside the Chelsea Hotel
So many tales to tell
From inside the Chelsea Hotel
Leonard knew Janice very well
In Room 424 of the Chelsea Hotel
Bob wrote Blonde On Blonde in Room two one one
Sara stayed down the hall, and theyd soon be joined as one
Andy and his Chelsea Girls were there in four four two
The hotel was like a Bohemian circus or zoo
Eddie set fire to her room one zero five
Andys Tormented It Girl was lucky to survive
And Eddies love for Bob was in vain
The lonely little girl broke and didnt remain
And the ghost of Mary walks the 5th floor
Floating through dreaming walls and doors
Her husband drowned on Titanics deck
She waited in vain and then hung herself by the neck
The haunt of the stars and children of the wealthy
Abandoned by their parents at the Hotel Chelsea
Dylan Thomas died there in his room
After too many whiskeys had been consumed
Theres so many tales to tell
From inside the Chelsea Hotel
Freddie thought Sid was rather atrocious
He called him Sid Ferocious
Then Sid went and viciously stabbed Nancy dead
In the bathroom of Room one hundred
But Sid just couldnt be saved
And they scattered Sids ashes on Nancys grave
That made the Rabbis of the day rave
They said Sid wasnt of The Faith and that he was depraved
The first floor was for Junkies, Toms and pimps
Reserved for their all night high jinks
In the cheap small rooms many died
Either by overdose or suicide
Theres so many tales to tell
From inside the Chelsea Hotel
Stanley shouts Pay me your rent, how long are you gonna keep me waiting?
Okay if youre an artist then you can pay me with a painting
It was Bohemia frozen in time
But it was coming to the end of the line
And then the curtain fell
On the Chelsea Hotel
Now the walls are bare and the paintings have all gone
The last of the Bohemians are either dead or have moved on
Just one or two of the old residents remain
But they know that things will never be the same
No, they can never be the same
Theres so many tales to tell
From inside the Chelsea Hotel
Theres so many tales to tell
From inside the Chelsea Hotel
The Chelsea Hotel
The Chelsea Hotel
And then the curtain fell
On the Chelsea Hotel
Now the walls are bare and the paintings have all gone
The last of the Bohemians are either dead or have moved on
Just one or two of the old residents remain
But they know that things will never be the same
No, they can never be the same
Theres so many tales to tell
From inside the Chelsea Hotel
So many tales to tell
From inside the Chelsea Hotel
The Chelsea Hotel
The Chelsea Hotel
And then the curtain fell
On the Chelsea Hotel
Now the walls are bare and the paintings have all gone
The last of the Bohemians are either dead or have moved on
Just one or two of the old residents remain
But they know that things will never be the same
No, they can never be the same, never be the same
The Chelsea Hotel
No, never be the same
The Chelsea Hotel
No, things will never be the same
The Chelsea Hotel
At the Chelsea Hotel
At the Chelsea Hotel
Theres so many tales to tell
From inside the Chelsea Hotel
Theres so many tales to tell
From inside the Chelsea Hotel
The Chelsea Hotel
The Chelsea Hotel
The Chelsea Hotel