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your hand on his arm
the haystack 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 needle in the hay he's wearing your clothes head down to toes a reaction to you you say you know what he did but you idiot kid you don't have a clue sometimes they just get caught in the eye you're pulling him through needle in the hay now on the bus nearly touching this dirty retreat falling out 6th and Powell a dead sweat in my teeth gonna walk walk walk four more blocks plus the one in my brain down downstairs to the man he's gonna make it all OK I can't beat myself and I don't want to talk I'm taking the cure so I can be quiet whenever I want so leave me alone you ought to be proud that I'm getting good marks needle in the hay |
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| 4:29 |
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Christian Brothers
no bad dream fucker's gonna boss me around christian brothers gonna take him down but it can't help me get over don't be cross it's sick what I want i've seen the boss blink on and off fake concerns is what's the matter, man and you think I ought to shake yourr motherfucking hand well I know how much you care don't be cross it's sick what I want i've seen the boss blink on and off come here by me i want you here nightmares become me it's so fucking clear nightmares become me it's so fucking clear |
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| 2:44 |
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* Clementine - Elliott Smith
They're waking you up to close the bar The street's wet you can tell by the sound of the cars The bartender's singing clementine While he's turning around the open sign Dreadful sorry clementine Though you're still her man It seems a long time gone Maybe the whole thing's wrong What if she thinks so but just didn't say so? You drank yourself into slo-mo Made an angel in the snow Anything to pass the time And keep that song out of your mind Oh my darling Oh my darling Oh my darling clementine Dreadful sorry clementine |
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| 3:04 |
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* Southern Belle - Elliott Smith
Killing a southern belle is All you know how to do that And give other people hell It's what they expect from you too But I wouldn't have you how you want I don't wanna walk around I don't even want to breathe I live in a southern town Where all you can do is grit your teeth But I wouldn't have you how you want How come you're not ashamed of what you are? And sorry that you're the one she got? Aint nobody talking now Nobody nothing's said No one's about to shout Nobody's seen red But I wouldn't have you how you want You're killing a southern belle Killing a southern belle Killing a southern belle |
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| 2:24 |
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Single File
here in line where stupid shit collides with dying shooting stars all we got to show what we really are is the same kind of scars and looking at you all i see is your waiting for something single file you're a murder mile you idiot kid your arm's got a death in it if your choking up take this paper cup but there's a price you'll pay for trying hard to become whatever they are and saying whatever they say so help yourself to this bitter pill or somebody else will single file you're a murder mile you idiot kid your arm's got a death in it single file single file single file single file |
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* Coming Up Roses
I'm a junkyard full of false starts And I don't need your permission To bury my love under this bare light bulb The moom is a sickle cell It'll kill you in time You cold white brother riding your blood Like spun glass in sore eyes While the moon does its division you're buried below And you're coming up roses everywhere you go Red roses follow The things that you tell yourself They'll kill you in time You cold white brother alive in your blood Spinning in the night sky While the moon does its division you're buried below And you're coming up roses everywhere you go Red roses So you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows And you're coming up roses everywhere you go Red roses |
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| 2:24 |
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* Satellite - Elliott Smith
While the gands are pointing up midnight You're a question mark coming after people You watched collide You can ask what you want to the satellite Cos the names you drop put ice in my veins And for all you know you're the only one Who finds it strange When they call it a lover's moon The satellite Cos it acts just like lovers do The satellite A burned out world you know Staying up all night The satellite |
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| 4:10 |
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Alphabet Town by Elliott Smith
Alphabet city is haunted constantina feels right at home she probably won't say you're wrong but you're already wrong you're already wrong and you threw up whatever she shot down said show me around this alphabet town said show me around there's a name you keep repeating you got nothing better to do and you're with someone who'll hear you say it and just nod her hand on your arm her hand on your arm she put her hand on your arm and told you her name you can't pronounce it I'll show you around this alphabet town I'll show you around this alphabet town I know what you are I just don't mind I won't say you're wrong I know what you want and it's what i want so let's go out I'm ready to go out I'll show you around this alphabet town I'll show you around this alphabet town |
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| 2:58 |
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St. Ides Heaven
everything is exactly right when i walk around here drunk every night with an open container from 7-11 in st. ides heaven i've been out haunting the neighborhood and everybody can see i'm no good when i'm walking out between parked cars with my head full of stars high on amphetamines the moon is a lightbulb breaking it'll go around with anyone but it won't come down for anyone you think you know what brings me down that i want those things you could never allow you see me smiling you think it's a frown turned upside down cos everyone is a fucking pro and they all got answers from trouble they've known and they all got to say what you should and shouldn't do though they don't have a clue high on amphetamines the moon is a lightbulb breaking it'll go around with anyone but it won't come down for anyone and i won't come down for anyone |
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| 2:22 |
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Good To Go - Elliott Smith
A low riding junkie girl rode down south to yr little world like a dream you can do it if you want to you can do it if you want to you can do it if you want to be like me I wouldn't need a hero if i wasn't such a zero If i wasn't such a zero good to go all i ever see around here is things of hers that you left lying around It's all i ever see around here she kicked new york like a curse and you traced her footsteps in reverse up to queens you can do it if you want to you can do it if you want to you can do it if you want to be like me I wouldn't need a hero if i wasn't such a zero If i wasn't such a zero good to go all i ever see around here is things of hers that you left lying around It's all i ever see around here some empty envelopes from some other town It's all i ever see around here I'm waiting for something that's not coming |
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| 2:23 |
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the white lady loves you more
keep your things in a place meant to hide but i know they're there somewhere and i know that's where you'll go tonight i'll be thrown over just like before the white lady loves you more need a metal man just to pick up your feet it's a long time since you cared enough for me to even be discrete i know what this metal is for the white lady loves you more i'm looking at a hand full of broken plans and i'm tired of playing it down you just want her to do anything to you there ain't nothing that you won't allow you wake up in the middle of the night from a dream you won't remember flashing on like a cop's light you say she's waiting and i know what for the white lady loves you more the white lady |
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| 2:38 |
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the biggest lie
i'm waiting for the train the subway that only goes one way the stupid thing that will come to pull us apart and make everybody late you spent everything you had wanted everything to stop that bad and now i'm a crushed credit card registered to smith not the name that you call me with you turned white like a saint i'm tired of dancing on a pot of gold flake paint oh we're so very precious, you and i and everything that you do makes me want to die oh i just told the biggest lie i just told the biggest lie the biggest lie |
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Trackback from :: Angst essen Seele auf :: 2009-04-10 20:41:37
Subject : Elliott Smith - Elliott Smith
