Hotel Last Resort Violent Femmes (Ft. Tom Verlaine)

I don't change the chords anymore
The chords change by themselves

The time luxury affords any bore
Turns towards all the whistles and bells
I can't even remember my best past retort
I'm in a resort town at the Hotel Last Resort

Who did I not call?
What did I not write?
Blue spring, gold fall
Green summer, winter white
Someone's singing in another language
I think it might be English

The ship is leaking tonnage and tankage
They sink, lightly sing fish
Message says, "Ship's flag flies at half mast, report"
But no message can be sent from the Hotel Last Resort

You wrote me so many letters
I keep them in a bag
New hope, so many "feel betters"
But jets aren't the only things that lag
Bodies in motion tend to stay in motion
Bodies at rest
That's inertia, inertia, inertia
"Did I win a million bucks?" Yes you did
And now you go to where the lodgings are deluxe
And join me in my bed where we will blaze, blast, contort
Alive or dead, laying in the Hotel Last Resort