: Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half crazy
: I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes, many loved before us, I know that
: Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on. And they brought me their
: It's true that all the men you knew were dealers who said they were through with dealing Every time you gave them shelter I know that kind of man It
t even think of you that often. Click here to read a story about The Chelsea Hotel by Christof Graf, and to check the lyrics of Chelsea Hotel # 1!
: Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned
: And who by fire, who by water, who in the sunshine, who in the night time, who by high ordeal, who by common trial, who in your merry merry month of
: One by one, the guests arrive The guests are coming through The open-hearted many The broken-hearted few And no one knows where the night is going
: Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this The
: If it be your will That I speak no more And my voice be still As it was before I will speak no more I shall abide until I am spoken for If it be your
: If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you If you want a partner Take my hand
: I went down to the place Where I knew she lay waiting Under the marble and the snow I said, Mother I'm frightened The thunder and the lightning I'll
: Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on I'm just paying
for good so I never tried. And Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear -- Sincerely, L. Cohen
: (co-written by Sharon Robinson) Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that the war is
: Come over to the window, my little darling, I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy before I let you take me
: (by Anna Marly/Hy Zaret) When they poured across the border I was cautioned to surrender, this I could not do; I took my gun and vanished. I have
: Many men have loved the bells you fastened to the rein, and everyone who wanted you they found what they will always want again. Your beauty lost to