Take me for a ride away from the places we have known If I stay around I'll just remember I'm alone There's someone in my memory making me move on What
And Chelsea burns Chelsea burns under my feet Twenty-third was empty I heard somebody yell A straight-laced passerby?s Pulled over the hotel And Chelsea
Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea No one's asking me for favors No one's looking for a savior They're too busy saving me Midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea
really love you, you'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another chelsea monday, chelsea monday. Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth
I lived in the Chelsea once on 7th and 23rd we came to live inside the myth of everything we heard; the poets on their barstools, they just loved it when
re running around Now is it true, they're calling you the Chelsea girl? Is it true, you're running around Now is it true, they're calling you the Chelsea girl? (Oh, Chelsea
Poured them out to save her soul Come on Chelsea Keep that body moving Come on Chelsea Make that body move Come on Chelsea Keep that body moving Come on Chelsea
bold, she was over the worst of it Gave me gear, thank you dear, bring your sister over here Let her dance with me just for the hell of it Chelsea, Chelsea
no place here for the miniskirt waddle Capital punishment, she's last year's model They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie I don't want to go to Chelsea
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
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel You were talkin' so brave and so sweet Givin' me head on the unmade bed While the limousines wait in the street
Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town Of Chelsea Monday Chelsea Monday She was only dreaming She was only dreaming Chelsea Monday She was only
It's just like you, oh, Chelsea Blue To ask me to fly and then you tether my wings I always knew, oh, Chelsea Blue How cold is the blood that flows through
I wonder why I wasted all of my time I could've been, I could've been there with you Wonder why I even try, girl 'Cause there's just nothin', nothin'
I've got a secret. It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs. And I'm gonna keep it. I know something you don't know. It sits in silence
Woke up, it was a Chelsea Morning And the first thing that I heard Was a song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words It came a reelin' up
you whore and playing The fascist P.M.R.C role She wiped her butt with M.R.R Chelsea hates her mom and Chelsea hates her dad Chelsea hates the state
Third Week in the Chelsea by Jorma Kaukonen Sometimes I feel like i am leaving life behind My hands are moving faster than the movement of my mind Thoughts
