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Written by Robbie Williams and Stephen Duffy, A Place to Crash is one of the most energetic and rock-driven tracks on Intensive Care. Built around a swaggering guitar riff inspired by the Rolling Stones, it showcases Williams’ playful bravado and knack for melody. Originally considered as a potential single from his Greatest Hits collection, the song was ultimately held back for Intensive Care, where it became one of the record’s standout moments.
The track opens with a burst of confidence and mischief. Williams teases, “Love, I’m a cynical bitch, gonna scratch that itch with a bitch like you,” delivering one of his cheekiest lyrics with a grin. Beneath the wit lies a celebration of hedonism and emotional escape, expressed through the refrain “All I need is a place to crash, somewhere to rest my head.”
It’s basically a party song. It’s me having fun again, pretending I’m Mick Jagger for four minutes and getting away with it.Robbie Williams
Fusing classic rock swagger with electronic undertones, A Place to Crash captures the restless spirit that runs through much of Intensive Care. It became a crowd favourite during the 2006 Close Encounters Tour, where its raw energy translated perfectly to the stage. Unapologetic and full of attitude, the song reminds listeners that beneath the introspection, Williams still knew how to rock.
Lyrics
I'm on a mission
To abuse my position
Abuse it with you
Love, I'm a cynical bitch
Gonna scratch that itch
With a bitch like you
Modern thinking's made me miserable
Everything is unforgivable
If not for you
I wouldn't come at all
Find a place to crash
Boom boom, boom boom labida
Move your boney ass
Boom boom, boom boom labida
Love me like I'm cash
Boom, boom, boom, boom, labida
You can feel the class
Boom, boom, boom, boom, labida
Guitar
If there's a freak in here
Looking for someone like me
I fit that description
Perfectly
Boom, boom, boom
I bet they'll resent you
They would if they met you
Met you with me
Every move you make is poetry
They all fake what you do naturally
If not for you
I wouldn't come at all
Find a place to crash
Boom, boom, boom, boom, labida
Move your boney ass
Boom, boom, boom, boom, labida
Love me like I'm cash
Boom, boom, boom, boom, labida
You can see the clash
Boom, boom, boom, boom, labida
Kiss me with your mouth
Teach me with your brain
All right
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
They say I say
When I say nothing at all
It leaves a taste in my stomach
And it's no taste at all
I can't sing, I can't dance
But it don't stop me at all
It's a ball when I call, if I call you at all
Love is the reason but it won't pay my rent
Only palone fill your dish in the dent
I won't be happy 'till the moneys been spent
I forget to forget, oh, fuck it, oh, fuck it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Credits
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Vocalist
Robbie Williams -
Songwriter
Robbie Williams, Stephen Duffy