Hotel Books - Take Very Little Lyrics
The first time I met Sarah she said that if I wanted to ever be an artist some day, I would have to dig deep inside myself and create something of expression. And I remember telling her I already sold ten thousand records and felt like I had put in enough time to at least call myself an artist. And she said that creating entertainment and creating art are very different things, and she said that the only way that you can really create art is if it's honest expression of something. You can't express yourself if you don't know who you are. I was upset that she said that but there was still a part of me that was inspired. And uh, looking back on the experience of creating music and putting everything I can into it, I have learned that it wasn't worth... It wasn't worth losing the ones that I had to to get here. And so she challenged me to write a poem about the things I wish I knew how to say. That-that's what this poem is: a response to that
I guess we can take shortcuts in the darkest corners because the highest earners scale the mountain with the quickest and the thick of it
And I would give up any of it to slow down, cause maybe the sound won't be quick, but we can at least make it painless
And this game is the distribution of weight, angles lights trying to be a star, while getting hit by comets and vomit, which we eat to keep down negative YouTube comments
It's brittle, so you have to love what you do and stay true and find the right formula to not be bothered by the side effects
Hide your legs, hide your neck, hide your tears, and hide your fears, and pretend I'm the fearless leader you want me to be
Because without this fake personality, I would be performing in the streets
Watching friends turn enemies or even worse, distant memories, or even worse, love turned to apathy with a distant voice in my head whispering, "This is the price you have to pay if you want to sell anything,"
And no doubt any of us would sell out if only somebody was offering
It's not about the art, it's about the swallowing, it's about the hallowing, it's about the empty vessel you want me to be so I can record at record speed
And I'm sorry, but to me it doesn't mean anything
So please don't give up on love and don't let your hopes fall up and don't throw up every time you think about what you could be, because the hope was real, and everything we feel is a legitimate experience
I just wish you didn't put your faith in me
Bank notices or selfishness, alcohol or somebody's death or somebody's words, by birth or by choice:
Our homes lying like dry bones in heaps of plaster and broken beams
Despair can route us there, let us calcify our bodies, stunted into a petrified forest, poisoned and frozen by tragedy
Or we can choose perspective, let suffering run off like the rain into the sea to reveal the truth beneath
The rock below, the peace and the floods of pain, the process, the promise that every scrap of our lives will be redeemed and reused as the builder makes us new
That every ounce of tragedy and ash will water and fertilize a garden of unimaginable beauty and fruit
That all of this goes somewhere, yields something
That perseverance will produce character, and character of hope that every tear really will be wiped away
That we will one day be complete, and that therefore, along the way, we can sing
Other Lyrics by Artist
- Hotel Books - Every Day, The Same
- Hotel Books - Violent Smile
- Hotel Books - Celebration
- Hotel Books - Fears We Create
- Hotel Books - I Knew Better, But Did Nothing
- Hotel Books - Take Very Little
- Hotel Books - Where I Am
- Hotel Books - I'm Almost Happy Here
- Hotel Books - With Love
- Hotel Books - Van Nuys
- Hotel Books - From Porterville
- Hotel Books - Broke Love
- Hotel Books - I Think You See Where This Is Headed
- Hotel Books - Where We Sleep Is Where We Dream
- Hotel Books - Constant Conflicts
- Hotel Books - Saltwater For Blood
- Hotel Books - Lesser
- Hotel Books - Friendly Crossfire
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Hotel Books Take Very Little Comments
Holy shoot, this band. I just can't get over the honesty in Cam's vocals. This album has such depth to it and such a story behind it, I just can't say enough good things about it. Thank you for saving my life, Hotel Books. Thank you.
The first time I met Sarah she said that if I wanted to ever be an artist some day, I would have to dig deep inside myself and create something of expression. And I remember telling her I already sold ten thousand records and felt like I had put in enough time to at least call myself an artist. And she said that creating entertainment and creating art are very different things, and she said that the only way that you can really create art is if it's honest expression of something. You can't express yourself if you don't know who you are. I was upset that she said that but there was still a part of me that was inspired. And uh, looking back on the experience of creating music and putting everything I can into it, I have learned that it wasn't worth... It wasn't worth losing the ones that I had to to get here. And so she challenged me to write a poem about the things I wish I knew how to say. That-that's what this poem is: a response to that
I guess we can take shortcuts in the darkest corners because the highest earners scale the mountain with the quickest and the thick of it
And I would give up any of it to slow down, cause maybe the sound won't be quick, but we can at least make it painless
And this game is the distribution of weight, angles lights trying to be a star, while getting hit by comets and vomit, which we eat to keep down negative YouTube comments
The spotlight isn't part of the skillset, the [?] void of cohesive thought, when this love gives a lot and takes very little
It's brittle, so you have to love what you do and stay true and find the right formula to not be bothered by the side effects
Hide your legs, hide your neck, hide your tears, and hide your fears, and pretend I'm the fearless leader you want me to be
Because without this fake personality, I would be performing in the streets
Watching friends turn enemies or even worse, distant memories, or even worse, love turned to apathy with a distant voice in my head whispering, "This is the price you have to pay if you want to sell anything,"
And no doubt any of us would sell out if only somebody was offering
It's not about the art, it's about the swallowing, it's about the hallowing, it's about the empty vessel you want me to be so I can record at record speed
And I'm sorry, but to me it doesn't mean anything
So please don't give up on love and don't let your hopes fall up and don't throw up every time you think about what you could be, because the hope was real, and everything we feel is a legitimate experience
I just wish you didn't put your faith in me
Bank notices or selfishness, alcohol or somebody's death or somebody's words, by birth or by choice:
We will all someday find ourselves shaking and barefoot before our lives collapsing
Our homes lying like dry bones in heaps of plaster and broken beams
Despair can route us there, let us calcify our bodies, stunted into a petrified forest, poisoned and frozen by tragedy
Or we can choose perspective, let suffering run off like the rain into the sea to reveal the truth beneath
The rock below, the peace and the floods of pain, the process, the promise that every scrap of our lives will be redeemed and reused as the builder makes us new
That every ounce of tragedy and ash will water and fertilize a garden of unimaginable beauty and fruit
That all of this goes somewhere, yields something
That perseverance will produce character, and character of hope that every tear really will be wiped away
That we will one day be complete, and that therefore, along the way, we can sing
he gives me goosebumps..i like it
"Creating entertainment and creating art are very different things" 😍
This made me cry so much but it's so fucking inspiring. I aspire to be this vocal with emotion and my art.
holy motherfucking shit this is great
My second show I ever played, we opened for Chris. His stage performance is amazing to see
This is fucking crushing. Especially the guest part. With songs like this and songs like Celebration and I Knew Better..., this album is a fucking masterpiece.
“Along the way we can sing”
I have completely run out of words for this art he creates, It makes my soul ache ❤❤
Huh, I remember seeing Chris Bernstorf doing spoken word years ago at a rinky dink small show where I live. Never knew he would ever end up in Hotel Books!
👌👌👌
I am so happy!!!! Chris is seriously amazing and Hotel books is great! What a perfect match!!
Is Cam ok? :(
kinda Being as an Ocean thingy right there
So powerful.
SO SO GLAD TO SEE MY BUDDY CHRIS IS ON THE NEW ALBUM!!!!
honesty of this man is unmatched
MY FAV OFF THE ALBUM SO FAR
finally!! ive been SO fucking ready for this
WHOMSTVE IS THAT OTHER DUDE
CrankThatYeemo Chris bernstorf
Chris Bernstorf OOF