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Dylan Thomas – Room 205 by ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s) from their forthcoming album The Chelsea Hotel#2.
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Dylan Thomas – Room 205 lyrics
Quite early in the morning
When the war clouds were forming
Over some black and white dawn
Where my folks were born
Where my folks were born
All the sky is grey
And the air is brown
It’s like this everyday
In Swansea Town
From Swansea Town
From where my folks came
We weren’t related to Dylan T
We just shared the family name, you see
Just shared the family name, you see
Dylan, oh Dylan
Our son of the sea
No one else could speak like you spoke to me
Like you spoke to me
No one else could speak, like you spoke to me
Like you spoke to me, like you spoke to me
No one knew if he loved her or the bottle more
She said ‘The bar it was our altar’
They lived on the edge of love
But he needed more than her, she wasn’t enough
He knew other women, everyone knew
He’d go back to her, but never stayed true, never stayed true
They travelled the world where he would speak
His organist played for goats and sheep
Dylan, oh Dylan
My brother in rhyme
I go back to your words
Time after time
Dylan, oh Dylan
My brother in rhyme
I go back to your words
Time after time
He moved to Camden Town near my home
Soon he would no more wander, no more roam
Just to New York he would be bound
In the bar of The White Horse near The Chelsea Hotel he could be found
In Room 205 at The Chelsea he could hardly breathe
His doctor gave him three shots Morphine that he didn’t need
They called for an ambulance, it took an hour to arrive
By the time it arrived, he was barely alive
Well, they took him to St.Vincent’s, a block away
He’s never again see the light of day
His wife arrived and drunkenly screamed ‘Is the bloody man dead’
Four days later he died in his hospital bed, in his hospital bed
In 53 he went at 39
When most are in their prime
And although he drank like a dog
In the end he was killed by New York’s smog
And although he drank like a dog
In the end he was killed by New York’s smog
Dylan, oh Dylan
Man rises and he falls
And in the end, like you
He leaves with bugger all
Dylan, oh Dylan
Man rises and he falls
And in the end, like you
He leaves with bugger all
With Bugger all, bugger all
Music composed and performed by Paul Odiase BMI No. 1252265 (Switzerland)
Song lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas PRS No. 497904008 (London)
PRS Tunecode 645782AV
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