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History

The hotel has always been a center of artistic and bohemian activity and it houses artwork created by many of the artists who have visited. The hotel was the first building to be listed by New York City as a cultural preservation site and historic building of note. The twelve-story red-brick building that now houses the Hotel Chelsea was built in 1883 as a private apartment cooperative that opened in 1884; it was the tallest building in New York until 1899. At the time Chelsea, and particularly the street on which the hotel was located, was the center of New York's Theater District. However, within a few years the combination of economic worries and the relocation of the theaters bankrupted the Chelsea cooperative. In 1905, the building was purchased and opened as a hotel.

Owing to its long list of famous guests and residents, the hotel has an ornate history, both as a birth place of creative modern art and home of bad behavior. Bob Dylan composed songs while staying at the Chelsea, and poets Allen Ginsberg and Gregory Corso chose it as a place for philosophical and intellectual exchange. It is also known as the place where the writer Dylan Thomas died of alcohol poisoning on in 1953, and where Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols may have stabbed his girlfriend, Nancy Spungen, to death on October 12, 1978.

Famous visitors and residents of the Chelsea Hotel include Eugene O'Neil, Thomas Wolfe, and Arthur C. Clarke (who wrote 2001: A Space Oddyssey while in residence). Janis Joplin, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, and the Grateful Dead passed through the hotels doors in the 1960s.

Virgil Thompson, Larry Rivers, William Burroughs, Willem de Kooning, Jasper Johns, Patti Smith, Arthur Miller, Dylan Thomas, and many, many others stayed here too.

Who will be next?



« Staying up for days in the Chelsea Hotel, writing "Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" for you ».Bob Dylan

Les résidents du Chelsea

Mark Twain, Herbert Huncke, Jack Kerouak, O. Henry, Dylan Thomas, Arthur C. Clarke, Paul Bowles, William S. Burroughs, Gregory Corso, Leonard Cohen, Arthur Miller, Quentin Crisp, Gore Vidal,Tennessee Williams, Allen Ginsberg, Robert Hunter, Jack Gantos, Brendan Behan, Robert Oppenheimer, Simone de Beauvoir, Jean-Paul Sartre, Bill Landis, Michelle Clifford, Thomas Wolfe, Charles Bukowski, Matthew Richardson, Peggy Biderman, Raymond Foye, René Ricard,Stanley Kubrick, Shirley Clarke, Cyndi Coyne, Mitch Hedberg, Miloš Forman, Lillie Langtry, Ethan Hawke, Dennis Hopper, Eddie Izzard,Kevin O'Connor, Uma Thurman, Elliott Gould, Jane Fonda, Rebecca Miller, Gaby Hoffmann,'Andy Warhol, Edie Sedgwick,The Libertines, Tom Waits, Patti Smith, Virgil Thomson, Dee Dee Ramone, Henri Chopin, John Cale, Édith Piaf, Joni Mitchell, Marty Connolly, Bob Dylan, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Sid Vicious, Richard Hell,Ryan Adams, Jobriath, Rufus Wainwright, Abdullah Ibrahim/Sathima Bea Benjamin, Leonard Cohen, Keren Ann, The Kills ,Red Hot Chili Pepper),Larry Rivers, Brett Whiteley, Christo, Arman, Richard Bernstein, Francesco Clemente, Philip Taaffe, Michele Zalopany, Ralph Gibson,Robert Mapplethorpe, Frida Kahlo, Diego Rivera, Robert Crumb, Jasper Johns, Claes Oldenburg, Vali Myers, Donald Baechler, Herbert Gentry, Willem De Kooning, John Dahlberg, Henri Cartier-Bresson. Harry Smith,Alphaeus Cole...





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.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.

Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.















Here's Room 506
It's enough to make you sick
Bridget's all wrapped in foil
You wonder if she can uncoil
Here they come now
See them run now
Here they come now
Chelsea Girls

Here's Room 115
Filled with S&M queens
Magic marker row
You wonder just how high they go
Here's Pope dear Ondine
Rona's treated him so mean
She wants another scene
She wants to be a human being

Pepper she's having fun
She thinks she's some man's son
Her perfect loves don't last
Her future died in someone's past
Here they come now
See them run now
Here they come now
Chelsea Girls

Dear Ingrid's found her lick
She's turned another trick
Her treats and times revolve
She's got problems to be solved

Poor Mary, she's uptight
She can't turn out her light
She rolled Susan in a ball
and now she can't see her at all

Dropout, she's in a fix
amphetamine has made her sick
white powder in the air
She's got no bones and can't be scared

Here comes Johnny Bore
He collapsed on the floor
They shot him up with milk
And when he died sold him for silk
Here they come now
see them run now
Here they come now
Chelsea Girls










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 ringing up like Christmas bells
And rapping
up like pipes and drums
Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll wear it till the night
comes

Woke up it was a Chelsea morning and the first thing that I saw
Was the sun
through yellow curtains
And a rainbow on my wall
Blue, red, green and gold to welcome
you
Crimson, crystal peaks to beckon
Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day, there's a
side-show every second

Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today
And the streets
are paved with passers-by
And pictures fly and papers lie
Just waiting to blow
away

Woke up it was a  Chelsea morning and the first thing that I knew
There was milk
and toast and honey
And a bowl of oranges too
And the light poured in like
butterscotch
And stuck to all my senses
Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll
talk in present tenses

Now the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away
I'll bring
you incense owls by night
By candle-light, by jewel-light
If only you will
stay

Pretty baby, won't you
Wake up, it's the Chelsea morning






"Hotel Chelsea Nights"

How long's it gonna be, babe 
Before I get over you, doll 
You're tearin' the stuff right out of me kid 
What with you living right up the hall 

And I'm tired of living in this hotel 
TV and dirty magazines 
And I'm tired of livin' on 23rd Street 
Strung out like some Christmas lights 
Out there in the Chelsea night 

Maybe you just didn't read me right 
The lights went out and you just sitting on the stair 
I played your song but I couldn't get the melody right 
Why don't you just shoot up like a ball of rubber bands 

And I'm tired of living in this hotel 
Fire and ashes blowin' cross the sheets 
And I'm tired of livin' on 23rd Street 
Strung out like some Christmas lights 
Out there in the Chelsea night 

I fell like getting rid of all my things 
Maybe just disappear into the fall 
The traffic roars and my stomach screams 
Sittin' here watchin' roaches climb the wall 

And I'm tired of living here in this hotel 
Following a rainbow into town 
And I'm just trying to get a little sleep 
Strung out like some Christmas lights 
Out there in the Chelsea night
 





I still smell tobacco on my fingers
My breath reeks of pot and wine and sex
My eyes open up like they haven’t in years
So I won’t miss whatever happens next
You call me a thief
All right, I'm a thief
Grab a summons 
Come and ring my bell
I’ll be making love with my baby 
In the Chelsea Hotel

I told you to meet me at eight o’clock
I said I’ll be drinking at the bar
I drove between Newark and Laguardia
Trying to return a rented car
We keep missing connections today 
But tomorrow would be just as well
I gotta go make love with my baby 
In the Chelsea Hotel

I’ve been walking all around your neighborhood
My former love
You seem as far away and as sad to me 
As those rain clouds above
I hope you’re happy and whatever you're doing
I hope you're doing well
And please don’t try to contact me 
At the Chelsea Hotel

I was starting to think
The world was going to end when the calendar turns
But now you’re here 
I see the future, baby 
And they can let the calendar burn

New love is beautiful
But new love is sad
New love brings back all the old loves
That you’ve ever had
I put out a casting call
And you cast a spell
And we’re practicing for the millennium 
Making love at the Chelsea Hotel

So who knows what tomorrow brings
But I know where I’ll be waking up
Let’s just listen to our breath tonight
And the breeze through the window that you opened up
Can you feel our hearts beating
Which one's yours 
Which one's mine 
Y' can't tell
Just another day of making love 
At the Chelsea Hotel
Spent all day making love 
At the Chelsea Hotel







I was running out of trouble
You were running out of fame
Streets smelled like the desert
As they were putting out the flames
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 burns
Chelsea burns
Under my feet

Whether we were lost or overwhelmed
Nobody knows that I'm better off
Making up lies to be left alone 
And Chelsea burns
Chelsea burns
Under my feet

I was running out of trouble
You were running out of fame
I'm streets ahead of happiness
Still wondering who to blame
Chelsea burns
Chelsea burns
Under my feet

 





The kids 'round here look just like sticks 
They trade old licks with a beat up six 
I just smile and catch the groove

Gothic girls all dress in black 
Serious as heart attacks 
It takes a little bit of getting used to

The old man with the whiskey stains 
Lost the night forgot his name 
His poor wife will sleep alone again 
And it ain't hard to understand 
Why she's holding on to her own hand

Chorus: 
It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea 
No one's asking me for favors 
No one's looking for a savoir 
They're too busy saving me

(Repeat Chorus)

I've seen a lone,sloane ranger drive 
seems her chauffeur took a dive 
And sold her secrets to the sun 
And later in a magazine 
I finally figured what it means 
To be a saint, not a queen

Two lustful lovers catch a spark 
And chase their shadows in the dark 
Someone's getting off tonight 
Of a big red bus that's packed so tight 
It disappears in a trail of light 
Somewhere someone's dreaming baby it's all right...

Chorus: 
It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea 
No one's asking me for favors 
No one's looking for a savoir 
They're too busy saving me 
Midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea 
No one's pinned dreams on me 
No one's asking me to bleed 
I'm the man I want to be 
When Chelsea girls sing...

It's morning when I go to sleep 
In the distant dawn a church bell rings 
Another day is coming on 
A baby's born, an old man dies 
Somewhere young lovers kiss good-bye 
I leave my soul and just move on 
And wish that I was there to sing this song

Chorus: 
It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea 
No one's asking me for favors 
No one's looking for a savoir 
They're too busy saving me

It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea 
No one's pinned dreams on me 
No one's asking me to bleed 
I'm the man I want to be 
The man I want to be,the man I want to be 
Midnight in Chelsea







Sometimes I feel like i am leaving life behind
My hands are moving faster than the movement of my mind
Thoughts and generations of my dreams are yet unborn
I hope that I will find them 'fore my moving gets too worn
If only I could live to see the dawning of the dawn

So we go on moving trying to make this image real
Straining every nerve not knowing what we really feel
Straining every nerve ending and everybody sees
That what they read in the Rolling Stone has really come to be
And trying to avoid a taste of that reality

On an early New York mornin' a mirror in the hall
Showed to me a face I didn't know at all
Lines were drawn around a pair of eyes that opened wide
When I looked into the mouth there was nothing left inside
So I walked into the little room and whistled like a sigh

As dawn light closed around me my head was still in gear
Thinking thoughts of playing more and singing loud and clear
Trying to reach a friend somewhere and make that person smile
Maybe pull myself away from that old lonesome mile
That often comes to haunt me in the morning

All my friends keep telling me that it would be a shame
To break up such a grand success and tear apart a name
But all I know is what I feel whenever I'm not playin'
Emptiness ain't where it's at and neither's feeling pain

Well now what is going to happen now is anybody's guess
If I can't spend my time with love I guess I need a rest
Time is getting late now and the sun is getting low
My body's getting tired of carryin' another's load
And sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the road

 


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