歌曲 | The Chelsea Hotel Oral Sex Song |
歌手 | Jeffrey Lewis |
专辑 | The Last Time I Did Acid I Went Insane |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lewis | |
walkin' up 23rd street | |
i was tired and alone | |
it was late my housemate | |
would be asleep when i got home | |
the sign ahead glowin' red | |
said the chelsea hotel | |
where nancy and syd vicious | |
and my friend dave once dwelled | |
the street was black under my feet | |
wich continued their walkin' | |
though i was vaguely interested | |
in the folks behind me talkin' | |
two guys maybe gay | |
wearin' Reber type suits | |
and a girl wearin' glasses | |
who looked kinda cute | |
her hair was short and curly | |
she had a tattoo on her back | |
wich i could see cos her red shirt | |
was sleeveless with straps | |
but i only saw this later | |
not in my first glance | |
but i could hear her talkin behind me | |
and as if by chance | |
she was tryin' to describe | |
a song i knew well | |
the leonard cohen song | |
about the chelsea hotel | |
and i smiled a smile to myself | |
when she said | |
that was the song where he talked about | |
someone giving him head | |
on the bed was unmade | |
and how the song was outrageous | |
and that's when i got | |
uncharacteristically courageous | |
i could left the three of them laughin' | |
and just gone on home | |
but i turned and i faced her | |
and i said leonard cohen? | |
.....just like that.... | |
she was shocked and surprised | |
but she looked very happy | |
that she now had a witness | |
to back up her story | |
she looked at me | |
with her spectacled eyes | |
and said "see i told u" | |
to the two others guys | |
my tale might have ending right there and then | |
but we started talkin' about leornard cohen | |
how his lyrics were cool | |
and how he sang so sincere | |
it must have been true | |
and it happened right here | |
usually women right of the bat | |
don't find me that great | |
but there we were laughin', scrollin' | |
like we could really releate | |
although we didn't mention the head line | |
it was alluded | |
and her conversation was better | |
cos her friends were not included | |
the guys were more into each other | |
at least that's how it seemed to me | |
i heard the faint knocking of opportunity | |
although it's easy for me now | |
upon my looking back | |
to think of all the things | |
i could have said | |
to make me the mac | |
just keep the sad truth in mind | |
as i tell this to you | |
that we really only talked | |
for a minute or two | |
and i never got her name | |
and she never got mine | |
but in this couple short minutes | |
we had a pretty good time | |
and on top of that | |
tho u may not believe it | |
you know what she says to me next | |
as i repeat it | |
that line about gettin a blow job | |
that leonard sings | |
she said it made her | |
want to do naughty things | |
right about then | |
i should have asked | |
if she knew | |
what the chelsea charged | |
if we got a room for two | |
but i didn't and i know | |
i'm a schmuck, don't you doubt it | |
the only thing i did | |
was write this stupid song about it | |
if i was leonard cohen | |
or some others song writing master | |
i 'd know to first get the oral sex | |
and then write the song after | |
you can practise writing songs | |
about romance every day | |
but if you haven't loved | |
then you'll have nothing to say | |
we could have given each other head | |
on leonard same unmade bed | |
but i was too shy to suggest it | |
and so instead | |
when the three of them stopped | |
to look through a pub window | |
i said good night | |
tho i had not quite meant to | |
and waved as we walked tho | |
i would not forget her | |
especially when she mysteriously said | |
see you later | |
now every time i'm walking | |
i hope that we'd meet | |
and on purpose | |
i always go up 23rd street | |
where the sign glowin' red | |
says the chelsea hotel | |
where nancy and syd vicious | |
and my friend dave's once dwelled | |
life doesn't work out | |
the way it does in old songs | |
that's why we sing new ones | |
to say what really goes on | |
so if i ever see her again | |
and we pick up | |
right we were ended | |
maybe i'll play her this song | |
maybe she won't get too offended | |
and listen i tell u why | |
there's more to this situation | |
than meets the eye | |
you may think it's sad | |
you may think it's pathetic | |
but i sing this song | |
and that she will never know it | |
but think a minute 'bout what that means | |
and you'll realise it's actually a wonderful thing | |
that all around the world | |
there maybe folks singin' tunes | |
for the love of others folks | |
they barely knew | |
and it puts a smile on my face | |
yes, it do | |
and let me tell you | |
you ought to be smillin too | |
cos the next time you feelin' | |
kinda lonesome and blue | |
just think that someone somewhere | |
might be singin about you | |
who knows if i'll ever see her again | |
maybe we'll see this whole time | |
she could have been singing about me | |
probably not | |
but it could be |
zuo qu : Lewis | |
walkin' up 23rd street | |
i was tired and alone | |
it was late my housemate | |
would be asleep when i got home | |
the sign ahead glowin' red | |
said the chelsea hotel | |
where nancy and syd vicious | |
and my friend dave once dwelled | |
the street was black under my feet | |
wich continued their walkin' | |
though i was vaguely interested | |
in the folks behind me talkin' | |
two guys maybe gay | |
wearin' Reber type suits | |
and a girl wearin' glasses | |
who looked kinda cute | |
her hair was short and curly | |
she had a tattoo on her back | |
wich i could see cos her red shirt | |
was sleeveless with straps | |
but i only saw this later | |
not in my first glance | |
but i could hear her talkin behind me | |
and as if by chance | |
she was tryin' to describe | |
a song i knew well | |
the leonard cohen song | |
about the chelsea hotel | |
and i smiled a smile to myself | |
when she said | |
that was the song where he talked about | |
someone giving him head | |
on the bed was unmade | |
and how the song was outrageous | |
and that' s when i got | |
uncharacteristically courageous | |
i could left the three of them laughin' | |
and just gone on home | |
but i turned and i faced her | |
and i said leonard cohen? | |
..... just like that.... | |
she was shocked and surprised | |
but she looked very happy | |
that she now had a witness | |
to back up her story | |
she looked at me | |
with her spectacled eyes | |
and said " see i told u" | |
to the two others guys | |
my tale might have ending right there and then | |
but we started talkin' about leornard cohen | |
how his lyrics were cool | |
and how he sang so sincere | |
it must have been true | |
and it happened right here | |
usually women right of the bat | |
don' t find me that great | |
but there we were laughin', scrollin' | |
like we could really releate | |
although we didn' t mention the head line | |
it was alluded | |
and her conversation was better | |
cos her friends were not included | |
the guys were more into each other | |
at least that' s how it seemed to me | |
i heard the faint knocking of opportunity | |
although it' s easy for me now | |
upon my looking back | |
to think of all the things | |
i could have said | |
to make me the mac | |
just keep the sad truth in mind | |
as i tell this to you | |
that we really only talked | |
for a minute or two | |
and i never got her name | |
and she never got mine | |
but in this couple short minutes | |
we had a pretty good time | |
and on top of that | |
tho u may not believe it | |
you know what she says to me next | |
as i repeat it | |
that line about gettin a blow job | |
that leonard sings | |
she said it made her | |
want to do naughty things | |
right about then | |
i should have asked | |
if she knew | |
what the chelsea charged | |
if we got a room for two | |
but i didn' t and i know | |
i' m a schmuck, don' t you doubt it | |
the only thing i did | |
was write this stupid song about it | |
if i was leonard cohen | |
or some others song writing master | |
i ' d know to first get the oral sex | |
and then write the song after | |
you can practise writing songs | |
about romance every day | |
but if you haven' t loved | |
then you' ll have nothing to say | |
we could have given each other head | |
on leonard same unmade bed | |
but i was too shy to suggest it | |
and so instead | |
when the three of them stopped | |
to look through a pub window | |
i said good night | |
tho i had not quite meant to | |
and waved as we walked tho | |
i would not forget her | |
especially when she mysteriously said | |
see you later | |
now every time i' m walking | |
i hope that we' d meet | |
and on purpose | |
i always go up 23rd street | |
where the sign glowin' red | |
says the chelsea hotel | |
where nancy and syd vicious | |
and my friend dave' s once dwelled | |
life doesn' t work out | |
the way it does in old songs | |
that' s why we sing new ones | |
to say what really goes on | |
so if i ever see her again | |
and we pick up | |
right we were ended | |
maybe i' ll play her this song | |
maybe she won' t get too offended | |
and listen i tell u why | |
there' s more to this situation | |
than meets the eye | |
you may think it' s sad | |
you may think it' s pathetic | |
but i sing this song | |
and that she will never know it | |
but think a minute ' bout what that means | |
and you' ll realise it' s actually a wonderful thing | |
that all around the world | |
there maybe folks singin' tunes | |
for the love of others folks | |
they barely knew | |
and it puts a smile on my face | |
yes, it do | |
and let me tell you | |
you ought to be smillin too | |
cos the next time you feelin' | |
kinda lonesome and blue | |
just think that someone somewhere | |
might be singin about you | |
who knows if i' ll ever see her again | |
maybe we' ll see this whole time | |
she could have been singing about me | |
probably not | |
but it could be |
zuò qǔ : Lewis | |
walkin' up 23rd street | |
i was tired and alone | |
it was late my housemate | |
would be asleep when i got home | |
the sign ahead glowin' red | |
said the chelsea hotel | |
where nancy and syd vicious | |
and my friend dave once dwelled | |
the street was black under my feet | |
wich continued their walkin' | |
though i was vaguely interested | |
in the folks behind me talkin' | |
two guys maybe gay | |
wearin' Reber type suits | |
and a girl wearin' glasses | |
who looked kinda cute | |
her hair was short and curly | |
she had a tattoo on her back | |
wich i could see cos her red shirt | |
was sleeveless with straps | |
but i only saw this later | |
not in my first glance | |
but i could hear her talkin behind me | |
and as if by chance | |
she was tryin' to describe | |
a song i knew well | |
the leonard cohen song | |
about the chelsea hotel | |
and i smiled a smile to myself | |
when she said | |
that was the song where he talked about | |
someone giving him head | |
on the bed was unmade | |
and how the song was outrageous | |
and that' s when i got | |
uncharacteristically courageous | |
i could left the three of them laughin' | |
and just gone on home | |
but i turned and i faced her | |
and i said leonard cohen? | |
..... just like that.... | |
she was shocked and surprised | |
but she looked very happy | |
that she now had a witness | |
to back up her story | |
she looked at me | |
with her spectacled eyes | |
and said " see i told u" | |
to the two others guys | |
my tale might have ending right there and then | |
but we started talkin' about leornard cohen | |
how his lyrics were cool | |
and how he sang so sincere | |
it must have been true | |
and it happened right here | |
usually women right of the bat | |
don' t find me that great | |
but there we were laughin', scrollin' | |
like we could really releate | |
although we didn' t mention the head line | |
it was alluded | |
and her conversation was better | |
cos her friends were not included | |
the guys were more into each other | |
at least that' s how it seemed to me | |
i heard the faint knocking of opportunity | |
although it' s easy for me now | |
upon my looking back | |
to think of all the things | |
i could have said | |
to make me the mac | |
just keep the sad truth in mind | |
as i tell this to you | |
that we really only talked | |
for a minute or two | |
and i never got her name | |
and she never got mine | |
but in this couple short minutes | |
we had a pretty good time | |
and on top of that | |
tho u may not believe it | |
you know what she says to me next | |
as i repeat it | |
that line about gettin a blow job | |
that leonard sings | |
she said it made her | |
want to do naughty things | |
right about then | |
i should have asked | |
if she knew | |
what the chelsea charged | |
if we got a room for two | |
but i didn' t and i know | |
i' m a schmuck, don' t you doubt it | |
the only thing i did | |
was write this stupid song about it | |
if i was leonard cohen | |
or some others song writing master | |
i ' d know to first get the oral sex | |
and then write the song after | |
you can practise writing songs | |
about romance every day | |
but if you haven' t loved | |
then you' ll have nothing to say | |
we could have given each other head | |
on leonard same unmade bed | |
but i was too shy to suggest it | |
and so instead | |
when the three of them stopped | |
to look through a pub window | |
i said good night | |
tho i had not quite meant to | |
and waved as we walked tho | |
i would not forget her | |
especially when she mysteriously said | |
see you later | |
now every time i' m walking | |
i hope that we' d meet | |
and on purpose | |
i always go up 23rd street | |
where the sign glowin' red | |
says the chelsea hotel | |
where nancy and syd vicious | |
and my friend dave' s once dwelled | |
life doesn' t work out | |
the way it does in old songs | |
that' s why we sing new ones | |
to say what really goes on | |
so if i ever see her again | |
and we pick up | |
right we were ended | |
maybe i' ll play her this song | |
maybe she won' t get too offended | |
and listen i tell u why | |
there' s more to this situation | |
than meets the eye | |
you may think it' s sad | |
you may think it' s pathetic | |
but i sing this song | |
and that she will never know it | |
but think a minute ' bout what that means | |
and you' ll realise it' s actually a wonderful thing | |
that all around the world | |
there maybe folks singin' tunes | |
for the love of others folks | |
they barely knew | |
and it puts a smile on my face | |
yes, it do | |
and let me tell you | |
you ought to be smillin too | |
cos the next time you feelin' | |
kinda lonesome and blue | |
just think that someone somewhere | |
might be singin about you | |
who knows if i' ll ever see her again | |
maybe we' ll see this whole time | |
she could have been singing about me | |
probably not | |
but it could be |