Giving me Hophead on the unmade bed

[fishfishquaileye]

I remember you well in the Hophead Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me hophead on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait somewhere in the distance

Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the whiskey and the wisdom.
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 joy-filled ditties,
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 those milk-flowing titties.

I remember you well in the Hophead 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
and shouting obscenities
flaunting your bankrupt etiquette
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 angry saxaphone."

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 Hophead Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.

[hophead]

Thank you, I am very moved...

[fishfishquaileye]

Thank you, I am very moved...

how far, and will ye be coming back?

[hophead]

Thank you, I am very moved...

how far, and will ye be coming back?

Not sure but watch for postcards.

[lizzytysh]

LOLOL

[Violet]

I remember you well in the Hophead Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me hophead on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait somewhere in the distance

Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the whiskey and the wisdom.
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 joy-filled ditties,
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 those milk-flowing titties.

I remember you well in the Hophead 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
and shouting obscenities
flaunting your bankrupt etiquette
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 angry saxaphone."

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 Hophead Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.

.. there were so many great lines to choose from.. but

["giving me hophead on the unmade bed" is a close second, though]

wait..

And clenching your fist
and shouting obscenities
flaunting your bankrupt etiquette
for the ones like us


[that's silver]

[fishfishquaileye]

fuck, someone has stolen my angry saxophone...

[Violet]

it's not been stolen, it's just been bronzed. [it probably won't work too well, actually].. [now that I think about it]