Hotel Last Resort

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Tom Verlaine

Tom Verlaine (born Thomas Miller, December 13, 1949, in Morristown, New Jersey) is a singer, songwriter and guitarist, best known as the frontman for the New York rock band Television. more »

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I don't change the chords anymore
The chords change by themselves

The time luxury affords any bore
Turns towards all the whistles and the bells
I can't even remember
My best past retort
I'm in a resort town
At the Hotel Last Resort

Who did I not call
What did I not write
Blue spring, gold fall, green summer, winter white
Someone's singing in another language
I think 
Might be english
 
The ship is leaking tonnage and tankage
"They sink"
Lightly sing fish
Message says "Ship's flag flies at half mast"
Report but no message can be sent
From the Hotel Last Resort

You wrote me so many letters
I keep them in a bag
New hope, so many "Feel betters"
But jets aren't the only things that lag
Bodies in motion
Tend to stay in motion
Bodies at rest

That's inertia, inertia, inertia
Did I win a million bucks 
Yes, you did
And now you go to where the lodgings are deluxe
And join me in my bed where we will blaze, blast, contort
Alive or dead
Laying in the Hotel Last Resort

I don't like to snorkel
And I don't want to swim
I don't laugh but I chortle
When I pass by the gym
I don't take a tour
I don't take on a guide
My fields I rake with manure
I'm fertilizing for pride
But the mission has been pulled
All agents must abort
And I am losing my patience 
At The Hotel Lust Resort

I've become invisible
Because one is not divisible
I wander like the jews
I ponder on my muse
I pander to the few
I divide myself by 2
Half of half is still half
And a chortle is still not a real laugh

Yo bro where the hoes at
Asked a sport, nobody knows that 
At the Hotel Last Resort

In my tomorrow's I got here
I checked out
Before I checked in
Václav Havel likes beer
And sorrows for things Slovakian
He could've been my best friend
Of human wrongs I wished we had spoke
Fine weather in the west wind
My Cuban songs I sing for the Pope
I'm still tryin' to get some rest
In this castle, this social fort
Wishing you all the best
From the Hotel Last Resort

I don't change the chords anymore
The chords change by themselves

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