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    "the White horse Hotel"genre: AAA/Adult Alternative
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    When the Byrds released their first album "Mr Tambourine Man", there was a liner note mentioning how odd it was that people were on the dance floor gyrating to a song about a Welsh mining disaster ("the Bells of Rhymney"). This song presents the same irony. It's fun and upbeat. You could dance to it. The topical material is tragic. Loosely based on the demise of Welsh poet Dylan Thomas, the drunken darling of the beat era. Thomas is said to have come into the Chelsea Hotel on his last day (after a particularly heavy binge at New York City's White Horse Tavern) exclaiming "I've had 18 straight whiskeys - I think that's a record!". He died of alcohol poisoning shortly thereafter. Give infectious irony a shot. Give this a listen. Dance, maybe, and wonder why. Excellent tunesmithing from Bristol, UK songwriter Simon Read.
    Credits: W/M (c) Simon Read, Arranged and performed by David Scott Smith

    Lyrics
    The White Horse Hotel

    1. He slept with the bottles
    Empty on the floor
    A blanket of blank pages
    From the books he’d torn
    The wallpaper peeling in that cold hotel room
    Did he know that the end would come so soon?

    Chorus:
    We read all his letters
    And we bought all the books
    And society photos
    That the newspapers took
    He sold everything
    That there was to sell
    But he died drinking whiskey
    In the White Horse Hotel


    2. He once was a hero
    Of the Common Man
    A drunken Messiah
    Spokesman for the damned
    When the nightmares started
    The words dissapeared
    All he could do
    Was drink away his fears

    Chorus

    3. The churchyard, the village
    The house where he once lived
    All sacred to pilgrims
    Chasing down the myth
    They sell out of everything
    They call souvenirs
    And the legend
    Grows old beyond its years

    Chorus

    (c)2001 Simon Read

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