A Place to Crash

Track Info

  • Title
    A Place to Crash
  • Released
  • Duration

Original Release

Cover Art for Intensive Care
Studio Album

About

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 - I - I
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

  • Vocalist

    Robbie Williams
  • Songwriter

    Robbie Williams, Stephen Duffy
  • Band

    Carlton Anderson (Choir)
    Carmen Twillie (Choir)
    Claire Worrall (Backing Vocals, Hammond)
    Cleto Escobedo (Saxophone)
    Gary Nuttall (Backing Vocals)
    Jeff Bakbo (Trombone)
    Jerry Meehan (Fender Precision Bass Guitar)
    Judith Hill (Choir)
    Julia Tillman (Choir)
    Matt Chamberlain (Drums, Percussion)
    Maxi Anderson (Choir)
    Melvyn Duffy (Pedal Steel Guitar)
    Neil Taylor (Gibson Les Paul Guitar)
    Oren Waters (Choir)
    Randy Crenshaw (Choir)
    Robbie Williams (Backing Vocals)
    Stephen Duffy (Autoharp, Dilruba, Electronic Sequencer, Gibson Les Paul Guitar, Martin Acoustic Guitar, Shakers, Sitar, Tambourine)
    Waddy Wachtel (Fender Telecaster Guitar)

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