i found Hotel Books just last nights, i didn't even know i was into spoken poetry but as i sat in bed listening i found myself hurting and understanding. I love this..
Hotel Books (in my opinion) is both beautiful and honest. Period. Every single one of their songs tell a different story. Whether it be tragic, relatable, inspiring, or even when it beats you down to the core... It still will tug at your heart strings, hit you like a rock, and help you through times of distress. Cam Smith and his work is simply amazing.
Been listening to hotel books for a long while now. First song i heard came on itunes radio was wooden floorboards. I just broke down in the middle of class. With chills down my spine every time I listened to it. This song is now my favorite of them all. I love this band and what they write. it connects on a deeper level. This music is what keeps me going each day. When they came to utah i cried at there concert. Please keep doing what your doing. Keep changing lives. And making them better.
Skylar Nicole and we get hobo johnson that hits the charts this year. Just figured you'd like a sick reminder of this sick reality. Especially after the newest hotel books album.
"I spent the last few years chasing my desires and I found out I was just chasing my own demons. When I found desire in you, you called my words poor excuses but I just thought of them as poorly stated reasons." - I felt the knife go into my heart.
The way I hear these words for me it’s like his “friends” are his other personalities or the other versions of himself or the voices in his head that fight with each other. I see it like that because that’s honestly just what I deal with and relate to but that’s just how I hear it.
I just stumbled upon Hotel Books today. Holy shit. All of his song are like opening up wounds again but understanding how to correctly heal them. Fuck.
but me and my friends we don't subscribe to the cloud of confusion found in questioning what turns the light on, no. we never ask. cuz me and my friends, we see the light on and celebrate. its like having lungs, but no ability to breath.
It's like Explosions in the Sky and The Best Pessimist mixed, but with vocals. and yeah, explosions in the sky and the best pessimist is fucking awesome, check them out.
Me and my friends, we’re not the type of people to ignore the smallest problem hidden in the smallest church mouse. We hide our emotions but I found out they’re just live animals hiding in a glass house. I can’t let them out or even let them change somehow but that’s all I can tell you now ‘cause I’m not ready to tell you everything I want you to know but I’m ready to trust you or at least I’m ready to let love show. I spent the last few years chasing my desires and I found out I was just chasing my own demons. When I found desire in you, you called my words excuses but I just thought of them as poorly stated reasons. Simple execution of neglect and preparation for something hidden in a deeply rooted promise that will always speak my mind but sometimes my mind will be mistaken. Me and my friends, we’re not the type of people to leave room for error, but I make enough errors to leave an empty room in my heart and with no one to turn the lights on my heart lives in the dark. I will hide the light until you ask for it to ignite because the truth is bright but hidden in plain sight. Deep within the dark pools of your eyes, the deep secrets cold as ice but sharp as a knife. That feeling of real vibes hidden deep inside my dark feeling that I’m just depressions trophy wife, a sight to exemplify surviving the night. Cause me and my friends, we never get in trouble but we are a troubled bunch. Hope lies within our potential, deep within the rubble, hoping that light will touch. A hypocritical statement, a blatant placement of words that only have purpose if you strike a match and ignite them, and there you go we solved the problem for darkness but reinstated a purpose of hatred within the deep desires we developed to envelope the cyclical deep desires of desiring deep connections to add depth to the thick skin of our emptiness. Questioning, representing messages of necessary self-fulfillment. Some are satisfied with their instinct to survive through the storm of darkness others call it selfishness but me and my friends, we don’t subscribe to the cloud of confusion found in questioning what turns the lights on. No, we never ask. Me and my friends, we see the light on and celebrate regardless but sometimes the light doesn’t matter when we wear a mask. So what is gained if this isn’t me? It’s like having lungs but no ability to breathe. I guess the light exposed the fact that acceptance became a dead end and it’s the only conclusion I can see. Cause some day maybe the identity of “me and my friends” will just be “me.” But with this mask it doesn’t matter how bright the lights are cause I don’t know who I am, I don’t know who I am unless it’s me and my friends.
MeGoRAWRZ I don't know any official meaning, but read the lyrics without the music (he says them a little fast to catch a meaning) and decipher something from it yourself. The words are pretty straight forward I think, or maybe that's just me. Sorry I couldn't be more helpful!
Me and my friends, we’re not the type of people to ignore the smallest problem hidden in the smallest church mouse. We hide our emotions but I found out they’re just live animals hiding in a glass house. I can’t let them out or even let them change somehow but that’s all I can tell you now ‘cause I’m not ready to tell you everything I want you to know but I’m ready to trust you or at least I’m ready to let love show. I spent the last few years chasing my desires and I found out I was just chasing my own demons. When I found desire in you, you called my words excuses but I just thought of them as poorly stated reasons. Simple execution of neglect and preparation for something hidden in a deeply rooted promise that will always speak my mind but sometimes my mind will be mistaken. Me and my friends, we’re not the type of people to leave room for error, but I make enough errors to leave an empty room in my heart and with no one to turn the lights on my heart lives in the dark. I will hide the light until you ask for it to ignite because the truth is bright but hidden in plain sight. Deep within the dark pools of your eyes, the deep secrets cold as ice but sharp as a knife. That feeling of real vibes hidden deep inside my dark feeling that I’m just depressions trophy wife, a sight to exemplify surviving the night. Cause me and my friends, we never get in trouble but we are a troubled bunch. Hope lies within our potential, deep within the rubble, hoping that light will touch. A hypocritical statement, a blatant placement of words that only have purpose if you strike a match and ignite them, and there you go we solved the problem for darkness but reinstated a purpose of hatred within the deep desires we developed to envelope the cyclical deep desires of desiring deep connections to add depth to the thick skin of our emptiness. Questioning, representing messages of necessary self-fulfillment. Some are satisfied with their instinct to survive through the storm of darkness others call it selfishness but me and my friends, we don’t subscribe to the cloud of confusion found in questioning what turns the lights on. No, we never ask. Me and my friends, we see the light on and celebrate regardless but sometimes the light doesn’t matter when we wear a mask. So what is gained if this isn’t me? It’s like having lungs but no ability to breathe. I guess the light exposed the fact that acceptance became a dead end and it’s the only conclusion I can see. Cause some day maybe the identity of “me and my friends” will just be “me.” But with this mask it doesn’t matter how bright the lights are cause I don’t know who I am, I don’t know who I am unless it’s me and my friends.
''Me and my friends, we never get in trouble but we are a troubled bunch.''
this hits me right in the heart :/
Same.
Alex R.H same man im getting that tattooed on my forearm next month
Oliver Sykes
@@lizzardwiggle7841 i really hope you didn't do that
"My dark feeling that i am just depressions trophy wife" 1:06
Ugh, all of their lyrics hit home so much.
i found Hotel Books just last nights, i didn't even know i was into spoken poetry but as i sat in bed listening i found myself hurting and understanding. I love this..
Ikr? it's a weird way of finding how you feel and it breaks back countless emotions. Just goals
i mean.. doesnt everyone here? this guy.....
Hotel Books is pretty cheesy at times. YOu should give Listener a shot. Or if you can handle constant talking about God (I can't), Levi the Poet.
Hit's right in the feels
I just fell in love with this band today.
Same here, man.
Pete Fernandes same here
Well you have a new life long love my friend
Hotel Books (in my opinion) is both beautiful and honest. Period. Every single one of their songs tell a different story. Whether it be tragic, relatable, inspiring, or even when it beats you down to the core... It still will tug at your heart strings, hit you like a rock, and help you through times of distress. Cam Smith and his work is simply amazing.
Been listening to hotel books for a long while now. First song i heard came on itunes radio was wooden floorboards. I just broke down in the middle of class. With chills down my spine every time I listened to it. This song is now my favorite of them all. I love this band and what they write. it connects on a deeper level. This music is what keeps me going each day. When they came to utah i cried at there concert. Please keep doing what your doing. Keep changing lives. And making them better.
Hotel Books deserve a lot more recognition to be completely honest 💖
Skylar Nicole and we get hobo johnson that hits the charts this year. Just figured you'd like a sick reminder of this sick reality. Especially after the newest hotel books album.
No. Not everyone should feel like this.
"I don't know who I am unless it's me and my friends" hits me hard :(
True
"I spent the last few years chasing my desires and I found out I was just chasing my own demons. When I found desire in you, you called my words poor excuses but I just thought of them as poorly stated reasons." - I felt the knife go into my heart.
The way I hear these words for me it’s like his “friends” are his other personalities or the other versions of himself or the voices in his head that fight with each other. I see it like that because that’s honestly just what I deal with and relate to but that’s just how I hear it.
this guy deserves such more reginition I swear
reginition
reginition
ugh the feels...
this band is going to get big. I can just tell. These songs are so amazing.
How's that coming along?
oh lordy i found another band that hits home what have i done to myself
true asf
There's needs to be more bands like this. 10/10. Found what I've been looking for.
I can't believe that there are still exist such beautiful humans.
I'm clinging onto my bowl that had oranges in..this hits hard man.
Speechless...
Takes the words out of my mind and heart all of your songs
I just stumbled upon Hotel Books today. Holy shit. All of his song are like opening up wounds again but understanding how to correctly heal them. Fuck.
Who's still here?
This is a pure masterpiece!!
My friend Evie got me into Hotel Books just today and this is one of the songs where It hits so hard so soon.
Just discovered then and I'm hooked. I started liking flat sound and la dispute this is like in between and perfect❤
Their music is so beautiful
🤧💘 ahhh the nostalgia. 10th grade was horrible.
Years ago, I matched with a girl on tinder and one of the songs on this album had been her anthem. I’m glad I remembered this band from so long ago
Goosebumps everytime
When you climb stairs long enough, you'll eventually fall.
Don't get too popular,or you'll forget why you tried in the first place.
Kenta Kenji exactly
these lyrics are awesome...
this just hits home so hard
This band will get really known they talk about such relatable stuff I love it 😏
incredible.
was waiting for the song to start
My heart is aching I can't hold my feels..
"...depressions trophy wife". I love this.
god it's beautiful i cry...
This hits so hard 😭❤
“it’s like having lungs with no ability to breath”
wow
this is beautiful
Why this isn't on the radio for people to hear and reflect upon their lives I have no idea.
Because sadly the only songs that mean anything to society now of days are about getting money and hoes :/
Because it's just some guy whining over a really awesome instrumental?
"I guess the light exposed the fact that acceptance became a dead end"
Still listening in 2021
"I don't know who I am. I don't know who I am."
but me and my friends we don't subscribe to the cloud of confusion found in questioning what turns the light on, no. we never ask. cuz me and my friends, we see the light on and celebrate.
its like having lungs, but no ability to breath.
I listen to this album at 3 am as I re-evaluate my life....
Same
Sames
Deeeeeppppp
It's like Explosions in the Sky and The Best Pessimist mixed, but with vocals. and yeah, explosions in the sky and the best pessimist is fucking awesome, check them out.
Holy shit, this hits home
Every time I listen to this song water fills from my eyes? How weird...anyone know what this is?
Wow, this is deep. Deeper than a knife pressed into the center of my chest. Beautifully deep......
Brian David, I love you guys
0:11 that rift did it for me
Riff?
A lot like the band “Being As An Ocean” if you haven’t heard of them, you’re missing out.
Jacob Wilson I guess everyone who was listened to hotel books, must know about baao hahaha
Joaquín Araya I would hope so.
I listen to hotel books playlist when I’m broken
I want a whole instrumental song built around the last 30 seconds of this song
Me and my friends, we’re not the type of people to ignore the smallest problem hidden in the smallest church mouse. We hide our emotions but I found out they’re just live animals hiding in a glass house. I can’t let them out or even let them change somehow but that’s all I can tell you now ‘cause I’m not ready to tell you everything I want you to know but I’m ready to trust you or at least I’m ready to let love show. I spent the last few years chasing my desires and I found out I was just chasing my own demons. When I found desire in you, you called my words excuses but I just thought of them as poorly stated reasons. Simple execution of neglect and preparation for something hidden in a deeply rooted promise that will always speak my mind but sometimes my mind will be mistaken. Me and my friends, we’re not the type of people to leave room for error, but I make enough errors to leave an empty room in my heart and with no one to turn the lights on my heart lives in the dark. I will hide the light until you ask for it to ignite because the truth is bright but hidden in plain sight. Deep within the dark pools of your eyes, the deep secrets cold as ice but sharp as a knife. That feeling of real vibes hidden deep inside my dark feeling that I’m just depressions trophy wife, a sight to exemplify surviving the night. Cause me and my friends, we never get in trouble but we are a troubled bunch. Hope lies within our potential, deep within the rubble, hoping that light will touch. A hypocritical statement, a blatant placement of words that only have purpose if you strike a match and ignite them, and there you go we solved the problem for darkness but reinstated a purpose of hatred within the deep desires we developed to envelope the cyclical deep desires of desiring deep connections to add depth to the thick skin of our emptiness. Questioning, representing messages of necessary self-fulfillment. Some are satisfied with their instinct to survive through the storm of darkness others call it selfishness but me and my friends, we don’t subscribe to the cloud of confusion found in questioning what turns the lights on. No, we never ask. Me and my friends, we see the light on and celebrate regardless but sometimes the light doesn’t matter when we wear a mask. So what is gained if this isn’t me? It’s like having lungs but no ability to breathe. I guess the light exposed the fact that acceptance became a dead end and it’s the only conclusion I can see. Cause some day maybe the identity of “me and my friends” will just be “me.” But with this mask it doesn’t matter how bright the lights are cause I don’t know who I am, I don’t know who I am unless it’s me and my friends.
AAAAHHHHHH
SO MUCH INTERNAL SCREAMING
AAAAHHH WHY
Beautiful 😀👍👍😀😥😢😥😢😂
💕💕💕
Does anyone remember the band From Autumn to Ashes? He reminds me of them.
"Me and my friend Donald go to McDonalds to consume our own pity"
Fuck man, that hit SO hard!
RIP 50 Cent
❤️❤️
My friends and I*
Where can i find more stuff like this?
"It's like having lungs but not the ability to breath"
Guitar tab?
I saw them live. He said that they used to be a Christian band. Lol
It's like having lungs but no ability to breathe
Does anybody know the meaning of the song?
MeGoRAWRZ I don't know any official meaning, but read the lyrics without the music (he says them a little fast to catch a meaning) and decipher something from it yourself. The words are pretty straight forward I think, or maybe that's just me. Sorry I couldn't be more helpful!
The meanings from what I interpreted is he's masking himself from feeling love. He needs his friends to fill in that emptiness of not having a love.
... He defines himself by his friends and doesn't know who he is without them..
Is he friends w hobo Johnson
so..."hotel books" is obviously a reference to Bibles right?
Not quite.
If you watch the music video for "Broke Love", Cameron explains where the name comes from.
Really smart assumption though. I didn't think about that.
Explain? i'm not as gifted with intelligence
Wuggerups if you go to a hotel open up the night stand draw or desk draw if the room has one and youll always find a bible "a hotel book"...
😢😭😢😭😭😭😭😢😢😭😢
Is this where hobo johnson got his inspiration?
I thought the same.
LMAO 😭✋
Me and my friends ):
?wut friends?
Sounds like a Mick Foley promo
Right here, in Feelstown USA
woo depressions trophy wife that line...
I hate Emo comments RAGE
Malachi Poe I'm just a step above you... ;)
Join the #whiterosereistance
Oh fuck, Hotel Books, again no...
Me and my friends, we’re not the type of people to ignore the smallest problem hidden in the smallest church mouse. We hide our emotions but I found out they’re just live animals hiding in a glass house. I can’t let them out or even let them change somehow but that’s all I can tell you now ‘cause I’m not ready to tell you everything I want you to know but I’m ready to trust you or at least I’m ready to let love show. I spent the last few years chasing my desires and I found out I was just chasing my own demons. When I found desire in you, you called my words excuses but I just thought of them as poorly stated reasons. Simple execution of neglect and preparation for something hidden in a deeply rooted promise that will always speak my mind but sometimes my mind will be mistaken. Me and my friends, we’re not the type of people to leave room for error, but I make enough errors to leave an empty room in my heart and with no one to turn the lights on my heart lives in the dark. I will hide the light until you ask for it to ignite because the truth is bright but hidden in plain sight. Deep within the dark pools of your eyes, the deep secrets cold as ice but sharp as a knife. That feeling of real vibes hidden deep inside my dark feeling that I’m just depressions trophy wife, a sight to exemplify surviving the night. Cause me and my friends, we never get in trouble but we are a troubled bunch. Hope lies within our potential, deep within the rubble, hoping that light will touch. A hypocritical statement, a blatant placement of words that only have purpose if you strike a match and ignite them, and there you go we solved the problem for darkness but reinstated a purpose of hatred within the deep desires we developed to envelope the cyclical deep desires of desiring deep connections to add depth to the thick skin of our emptiness. Questioning, representing messages of necessary self-fulfillment. Some are satisfied with their instinct to survive through the storm of darkness others call it selfishness but me and my friends, we don’t subscribe to the cloud of confusion found in questioning what turns the lights on. No, we never ask. Me and my friends, we see the light on and celebrate regardless but sometimes the light doesn’t matter when we wear a mask. So what is gained if this isn’t me? It’s like having lungs but no ability to breathe. I guess the light exposed the fact that acceptance became a dead end and it’s the only conclusion I can see. Cause some day maybe the identity of “me and my friends” will just be “me.” But with this mask it doesn’t matter how bright the lights are cause I don’t know who I am, I don’t know who I am unless it’s me and my friends.