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Edie Sedgwick by ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s) from their forthcoming album The Chelsea Hotel#2.
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Edie Sedgwicklyrics
You were born with a silver spoon between your teeth
But your rich father’s affection was far beyond your reach
You became anorexic and needed love to make it through
So your father sent you to a mental institution in 62
You came out and met Warhol at a party in 63
He helped give you wings and made you feel free
You coloured your hair like Warhol’s false hair
You became known as the platinum pair
He made you his queen of the silver screen
Your platonic love for eachother could be plainly seen
He thought you were the reincarnation of Monroe
And like Marilyn you had a troubled and tormented soul
Poor little rich girl’s shining like a star
Poor little rich girl you’ve come so far
Nico dethroned you as Warhol’s number one
Your days in Warhol’s Factory were all but done
Your addiction and anorexia was driving you crazy
You were sent to a mental hospital where you aborted the baby
In 66 you left Warhol’s Factory for The Chelsea
And there your love for Dylan just couldn’t be
He’d secretly married Sara the year before
He wouldn’t respond although you kept knocking at his door
He wrote those songs about you we all know
Did he have feelings for you, he’s later say ‘no’
Your addiction became out of control
And then your affair with Bob’s friend sure took its toll
Poor little rich girl like a falling star
Poor little rich girl you’d come so far
See rivers of sadness in your eyes
Flowing through memories you couldn’t hide
No matter what you say or what you do
All that hurt and all of the pain
Always comes back to haunt you, again and again
In 67 your set fire to your room at The Chelsea
You got treated at the hospital but they could see you weren’t healthy
So they sent you again to a mental institution
But with all your problems that really wasn’t the perfect solution
There you met Michael and you tried to stay clean
Maybe he was your saviour, the man of your dreams
You married in 71 but then returned to your old ways
You took some drink and pills and would never again see the light of day
Poor little rich girl, maybe life wasn’t enough
Poor little rich girl, may you find peace above
Music composed and performed by Paul Odiase BMI No. 1252265 (Switzerland)
Song lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas PRS No. 497904008 (London)
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