Biography:
The Hotelier is an American emo band from Worcester, Massachusetts.
The Hotelier formed in June 2009 when lead singer Christian Holden met Chris Hoffman, Zack Shaw, and Sam Frederick while attending high school in Dudley, Massachusetts. In 2009, the band released their first EP, titled We Are All Alone, which received little success outside of Massachusetts. At the end of the year, the band released Two Song Demo. In 2011, the band released their first album, titled It Never Goes Out, receiving some attention.
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Other songs:
- Among The Wildflowers
- An Ode To The Nite Ratz Club
- Dendron
- Fear Of Good
- Goodness Pt 1
- Goodness Pt 2
- Housebroken
- In Framing
- Lonely Hearts Club
- Opening Mail For My Grandmother
- Our Lives Would Make A Sad Boring Movie
- Piano Player
- Soft Animal
- The Scope Of All This Rebuilding
- Two Deliverances
- Vacancy
- Weathered
- Your Deep Rest
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
An Ode to the Nite Ratz Club - The Hotelier/Hotel Year
Dmaj7/B is played as (7576xx)
Dmaj7/B
The gas inside the combustion engine
Bm A Dmaj7/B
took away all of the mystery and adventure from the walk to your house in the dark,
Bm A Dmaj7/B
so that we could stay out all night long and be king of all the roads, and the woods, and the lake,
Bm A D
or anything we chose, because everything was ours.
Bm A D
And we would spraypaint 'NRC' so that everyone would know.
Dmaj7/B D
We would break into the factory. Our childhood autonomy
F#m E Dmaj7/B
had no respect for authority, or property, or your asshole neighbors' complaints.
D
I still have all the keys to the forklifts that we
F#m E
never got a chance to drive around or tear the building down ourselves.
Dmaj7/B D
From the top of the water tower,
F#m
we spilled our guts on one another,
E Dmaj7/B
and we compiled them together, and we all shared the same heart.
D
And we hated all construction,
F#m
but we loved all their machines,
E
and they hated our destruction,
Bm
and we picked their locks apart.
A D
And we thought we were damn clever,
Bm
because they never kept us out,
A D
and we thought we'd live forever.
Dmaj7/B
Until the night when it got way too serious,
D
and you showed me your damaged wrists,
F#m E
and you broke down and we embraced and nothing at that time meant more to me.
Dmaj7/B D
And if I had only known that it would be the last time,
F#m E
we'd be on that level with one another I would have never let you go.
Dmaj7/B D F#m E
Dmaj7/B D
I still walk those paths at night, but now just on my own.
F#m E
I recite to myself every story in hopes that I will never let them go.
Dmaj7/B D F#m
I'll hold on to every polaroid from France and Rome,
E
and remember the nights at the Alamo as if it were my second home.
Dmaj7/B D
And I know that we had no idea what we were doing,
F#m E
but an artist's first work can be his greatest under a different set of lenses.
Dmaj7/B D
Our ideas of staying close together for all time;
F#m E
I wish I still had that same state of mind.
Dmaj7/B is played as (7576xx)
Dmaj7/B
The gas inside the combustion engine
Bm A Dmaj7/B
took away all of the mystery and adventure from the walk to your house in the dark,
Bm A Dmaj7/B
so that we could stay out all night long and be king of all the roads, and the woods, and the lake,
Bm A D
or anything we chose, because everything was ours.
Bm A D
And we would spraypaint 'NRC' so that everyone would know.
Dmaj7/B D
We would break into the factory. Our childhood autonomy
F#m E Dmaj7/B
had no respect for authority, or property, or your asshole neighbors' complaints.
D
I still have all the keys to the forklifts that we
F#m E
never got a chance to drive around or tear the building down ourselves.
Dmaj7/B D
From the top of the water tower,
F#m
we spilled our guts on one another,
E Dmaj7/B
and we compiled them together, and we all shared the same heart.
D
And we hated all construction,
F#m
but we loved all their machines,
E
and they hated our destruction,
Bm
and we picked their locks apart.
A D
And we thought we were damn clever,
Bm
because they never kept us out,
A D
and we thought we'd live forever.
Dmaj7/B
Until the night when it got way too serious,
D
and you showed me your damaged wrists,
F#m E
and you broke down and we embraced and nothing at that time meant more to me.
Dmaj7/B D
And if I had only known that it would be the last time,
F#m E
we'd be on that level with one another I would have never let you go.
Dmaj7/B D F#m E
Dmaj7/B D
I still walk those paths at night, but now just on my own.
F#m E
I recite to myself every story in hopes that I will never let them go.
Dmaj7/B D F#m
I'll hold on to every polaroid from France and Rome,
E
and remember the nights at the Alamo as if it were my second home.
Dmaj7/B D
And I know that we had no idea what we were doing,
F#m E
but an artist's first work can be his greatest under a different set of lenses.
Dmaj7/B D
Our ideas of staying close together for all time;
F#m E
I wish I still had that same state of mind.
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