Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rufus Wainwright
Vocals
Joan Wasser
Violin
Charlie Burnham
Violin
Max Moston
Violin
Rob Burger
Organ
Smokey Hormel
Guitar
Don Falzone
Bass Guitar
Kenny Wollesen
Drums
Perla Batella
Additional Vocals
Julie Christensen
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Cohen
Songwriter
Rob Burger
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Martin Brumbach
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
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 it's 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 jivin' 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 fists for the ones like us
Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty
You fixed yourself and said, "Well, never mind
We are ugly but we have the music"
And then you got away, yeah, 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 jivin' around
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 at the Chelsea Hotel
That's all, I don't even think of you that often
Thank you
Written by: Leonard Cohen