Elliott Smith

thumb|Elliott Smith in 2003 Elliott Smith (August 6, 1969 – October 21, 2003) was an American songwriter and musician. Quotes I think the music business will eventually crush me, but I [smiles]... I'm ready. in Strange Parallel (1998). [when asked about cigarettes] I don't recommend them... but I smoke them. seen at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N33SPjRvgpQ I don't intend to write depressing songs and I'd probably rather write happy ones in Spongey Monkey #3. Here's a song I made up while I was watching Xena the Warrior Princess with the sound off. It's a fact. I had a secret crush on Xena. It was a secret to me too. I wouldn't admit it. She's pretty fuckin' tough. She has a good yell... she kills the stupid gladiators with the log-trap. Release the log-trap! She releases the log-trap and they all get... crushed. They'd all wanna be with her if they could, but unfortunately they're not on her side. It's a lot better with the sound off. Really, it is. And the song didn't have anything to do with Xena... but... I was about half a bottle through Jameson's... if that makes any sense. before playing "Between the Bars" at a concert in 1996. http://www.archive.org/details/esmith2006-09-25..flacf. There's some records that sell millions of copies, that it's really unclear if anybody liked it who was making it, y'know? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_XNghTKvq8. Lyrics Roman Candle (1994) I'm a roman candleMy head is full of flamesI want to hurt himI want to give him painAnd make him feel this pretty burn. Roman Candle. Church bells and now I'm awakeAnd I guess it must be some kind of holidayI can't seem to join in the celebrationBut I'll go to the serviceAnd I'll go to prayAnd I'll sing the praises of my maker's nameLike I was as good as she made me... Last Call. Elliott Smith (1995) Your hand on his arm, the hay stack charm around your neck, strung out and thin, calling some friend trying to cash some check, he's acting dumb, that's what you've come to expect. * I can't beat myselfI can't beat myselfAnd I don't want to talk.I'm taking the cure so I can be quietWhenever I want.So leave me aloneYou ought to be proud that I'm getting good marks. Needle in the Hay. You turned white, like a saintBut I'm tired of dancing on a pot of gold......Flecked paint. The Biggest Lie. I'm a junkyard full of false startsAnd I don't need your permissionTo bury my love under this bare light bulb.The moon is a sickle cellIt'll kill you in time. Coming Up Roses. I'm looking at a hand full of broken plansAnd I'm tired of playing it downYou just want her to do anything to youThere ain't nothing you won't allowYou wake up in the middle of the nightFrom a dream you won't remember flashing on like a cop's lightYou say she's waiting and I know what forThe white lady loves you more The White Lady Loves You More. Either/Or (1997) Drink up, baby, look at the starsI'll kiss you againBetween the barsWhere I'm seeing you thereWith your hands in the airWaiting to finally be caughtDrink up one more time and I'll make you mine... Between the Bars. I could make you satisfied in everything you do,All your secret wishes could right now be coming trueAnd be forever with my poisoned armsAround you.No one's gonna fool around with us. Angeles. I'm going out now like a babyA naïve unsatisfiable babyGrabbing onto whatever's aroundFor the soaring high or the crushing downWith hidden cracks that don't show, but that constantly just grow. 2:45. Crooked spin can't come to rest,I'm damaged bad at best. Say Yes. I'm in love with the world,Through the eyes of a girl,Who's still around the morning after. Say Yes. XO (1998) It's a picture perfect eveningAnd I'm staring down the sunFully loaded, deaf, and dumbAnd done waiting for sedation to disconnect my headOr any situation where I'm better off than dead Sweet Adeline. They took your life apartAnd called your failures artThey were wrong, thoughThey won't know'Til tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow. She appears composedSo she is, I supposeWho can really tell?She shows no emotion at allStares into space like a dead china doll Waltz #2 (XO). London Bridge is safe and soundNo matter what you keep repeatingNothing's gonna drag me downTo a death that's not worth cheating Baby Britain. The first time I saw youI knew it would never lastI'm not half what I wish I wasI'm so angryI don't think it'll ever passAnd I was bad news for you just becauseI never meant to hurt you Pitseleh. I waited for a busTo separate the both of usAnd take me off far away from you'Cause my feelings never change a bitI always feel like shitI don't know why; I guess that I "just do" I Didn't Understand. Figure 8 (2000) Bored in a role, but he can't stopStanding up to sit back down,and lose the one thing found.Spinning the world like a toy top'till there's a ghost in every town. Can't Make A Sound. Everything here is freeEverything but you and meThis painting never driesStupidity tries Stupidity tries. What I used to be will pass away, and then you'll seeThat all I want now is happiness for you and me. Happiness. The first true love that folded at the slightest touch,brought down like an old hotel,people digging through the rubble for things they can resell. Junk Bond Trader. From a Basement on the Hill (posthumous, 2004) This is the place you end up when you lose the chase,Where you're dragged against your will from a basement on a hill,And all anybody knows, is you're not like them,So they kick you in the head...and send you back to bed. Memory Lane. I'm comfortable apart, it's all written on my chartAnd I take what's given me, most cooperativelyI do what people say and lie in bed all dayAbsolutely horrified, I hope you're satisfied Memory Lane. So I wait for confirmationThat you're never gonna use your starting gun. Coast to Coast. I met a girl, snowball in hell she was hard and as cracked as the liberty bell. Don't Go Down. I see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy the cold comfort of the in between a little less than a human being a little less than a happy high a little less than a suicide the only things that you really tried. Fond Farewell. Veins full of disappearing inkVomitting in the kitchen sink. Fond Farewell. The scraping subjects, ruled by fear, they told mewhiskey works better than beer. King's Crossing. This is the place where time reverses. Dead men talk to all the pretty nurses. Instruments shine on a silver trayDon't let me get carried away. King's Crossing. Gimme one good reason not to do it(because we love you), so do it. King's Crossing. Because your candle burns too brightwell, I almost forgot it was twilight. Even if I think that you are right, well, I'm tired of being down, I got no fight. You're wonderful, and it's beautiful, but I'm already somebody's baby. And if i went with you, I'd disappoint you, too. Twilight. Haven't laughed this hard in a long timeI better stop now before I start cryingGo off to sleep in the sunshineI don't want to see the day when its dying. Twilight. You don't deserve to be lonely,but those drugs you got won't make you feel better. Pretty soon you'll find it's the only little part of your life you're keeping together. Twilight. My mama told me 'baby stay cleanthere's no in between.'but all you ladies and you gentlemen,between is all you've ever seen or been. A Distorted Reality Is Now A Necessity To Be Free. You disappoint me,all you people raking in on the world.The devil's script sellsyou the heart of a blackbird. A Distorted Reality Is Now A Necessity To Be Free. Shine on me, babycause it's rainingin my heart. A Distorted Reality Is Now A Necessity To Be Free. New Moon (posthumous, 2007) And though you'd rather see me gone then to see there come the day,I'll be waiting for you anyway Miss Misery (Early version). Next door, the TV's flashingblue frames on the wall.It's a comedy from the seventieswith a lead no one recalls.He vanished into oblivionit's easy to doand I cried a sea when you talked to methe day you said we were through.But it's all right, some enchanted nightI'll be with you Miss Misery (Early version). I'd say you make theperfect angel in the snowall crushed out on the wayyou are, I'd better stop beforeit goes too far. Angel in the Snow. Don't you know that I love you?sometimes I feel likeonly a cold still lifeonly a frozen still lifethat fell down here to lay beside you. Angel in the Snow. Your arsenal of excuses you never told herwhen you walked out on the savannah shoulderwith your veins all full of beerthinking 'well at least now everything is clear' Georgia, Georgia. Here come your pride and joyThe comic little drunk you call your boy,Making everybody smile All Cleaned Out. I'm sorry you seem so stung,and I'm sorry you feel you have to hold your tonguewhen you're so pretty and smart All Cleaned Out. Wearing clothes that clashWondering 'is this treasure, is this trash?'Still trying to decide All Cleaned Out. The clock moved a quarter of a turn,the time it took a cigarette to burn Going Nowhere. Elliott: "Do you want to hear a happy or a sad song?"Crowd: "Happy!"Elliott: "Old or new?"Crowd: "Old!"Elliott: "Happy and old, that's a strange choice." External links Category:Guitarists from the United States Category:Singer-songwriters from the United States Category:1969 births Category:2003 deaths Category:Alternative rock singers Category:Feminists from the United States] Category:Articles with bare URLs Category:People from Omaha Category:Musicians from Texas