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Chappell Roan Red Wine Supernova Tiny Desk

Chappell Roan Casual Tiny Desk

Chappell Roan - The Subway (Unreleased)

Chappell Roan's performance of "The Subway" at the 2024 Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival.

The Subway

Chappell Roan - The Subway (Bonnaroo Live)

Subway-Chappel Roan

Chappell Roan’s unreleased song “Subway” performed at the Gov Ball, 10/06/22. Clear audio (kinda).

Chappell Roan - Subway (Clear Audio)

posted by allthingschappell on tiktok 10/18/24 !

chappell roan -cant help falling in love (cover)

Chappell Roan performs new country song on SNL.

Chappell Roan - “The Giver” (New Country Song on SNL)

"The Giver" performed by Chappell Roan on SNL

The Giver - Chappell Roan

I have nothing more to say.
Let silence be
.....the order of the day.
I have nothing more to say.
Let silence be
.....the order of the day.

I'm not crossing
another border with you.
I can't afford
to be injured any more.
I'm looking to retire
from the manic fray.
Let silence be
.....the order of the day.
Oh! Silencio!
.....Silencio!
..........Silencio!
Let silence be
.....the order of the day.

Let me sleep.
Let me sleep.
Let me keep
a deep communion
.....with my soul.
Let me sleep.
Let me sleep.
Let me keep
a deep communion
.....with my soul.
Let me find a reunion
to make me whole
.....again.
Let me find a reunion
to make me whole
.....again.

If only I can place
all my bits back together.
I might stand a chance
of weathering tomorrow.
I have tethered myself to
sorrow for far too long.
But the laughter's gone.

The laughter's gone.
.....The laughter's gone.
I've lost
.....my taste for balloons.
I've wasted too much time
.....on selfish buffoons.

The laughter's gone.
.....The laughter's gone.
I've lost
.....my taste for balloons.
I've wasted too much time
.....on selfish buffoons.
Let silence be
.....the order of the day.
Oh! Silencio!
.....Silencio!
..........Silencio!
Let silence be
.....the order of the day.

SILENCIO

all credits to @ughchalamet (lexie) on twitter!

L’enfance Nue Song - From Lady Bird

Either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you

when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.
I had bad blood, a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.

I was hard as granite, I
leered at the
sun.
I trusted no man and
especially no
woman.

I was living a hell in
small rooms, I broke
things, smashed things,
walked through glass,
cursed.
I challenged everything,
was continually being
evicted, jailed, in and
out of fights, in and out
of my mind.
women were something
to screw and rail
at, I had no male
friends,

I changed jobs and
cities, I hated holidays,
babies, history,
newspapers, museums,
grandmothers,
marriage, movies,
spiders, garbagemen,
english accents,spain,
france,italy,walnuts and
the color
orange.
algebra angred me,
opera sickened me,
charlie chaplin was a
fake
and flowers were for
pansies.

peace and happiness to me
were signs of
inferiority,
tenants of the weak
and
addled
mind.

but as I went on with
my alley fights,
my suicidal years,
my passage through
any number of
women-it gradually
began to occur to
me
that I wasn’t different

from the
others, I was the same,

they were all fulsome
with hatred,
glossed over with petty
grievances,
the men I fought in
alleys had hearts of stone.
everybody was nudging,
inching, cheating for
some insignificant
advantage,
the lie was the
weapon and the
plot was
empty,
darkness was the
dictator.

cautiously, I allowed
myself to feel good
at times.
I found moments of
peace in cheap
rooms
just staring at the
knobs of some
dresser
or listening to the
rain in the
dark.
the less I needed
the better I
felt.

maybe the other life had worn me
down.
I no longer found
glamour
in topping somebody
in conversation.
or in mounting the
body of some poor
drunken female
whose life had
slipped away into
sorrow.

I could never accept
life as it was,
i could never gobble
down all its
poisons
but there were parts,
tenuous magic parts
open for the
asking.

I re formulated
I don’t know when,
date, time, all
that
but the change
occurred.
something in me
relaxed, smoothed
out.
i no longer had to
prove that I was a
man,

I didn’t have to prove
anything.

I began to see things:
coffee cups lined up
behind a counter in a
cafe.
or a dog walking along
a sidewalk.
or the way the mouse
on my dresser top
stopped there
with its body,
its ears,
its nose,
it was fixed,
a bit of life
caught within itself
and its eyes looked
at me
and they were
beautiful.
then- it was
gone.http://bukowskiquotes.com/2018/11/charles-bukowski-poem-let-it-enfold-you-featured-in-movie-beautiful-boy/

Tiny Horse - Timothée Chalamet

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