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son of sam `ELLIOTT SMITH`

something's happening, don't speak too soon I told the boss off, made my move, got nowhere to go son of sam, son of the shining path, the clouded mind the couple killer each and every time I'm not

Elliott Smith `소규모아카시아밴드`

하루가 지나 이틀이 지나 3456.. 7일도 지나 혹시나 해서 너의 얼굴을 떠올리자마자 기억나 이런 제길 잊었다고만 매일 생각했는데 근데 하나도 잊지 못했지 뭐야 어쩌란 말야 이렇게 생각이 나면 울수도 없잖아 하늘을 날아가봐도 바다에 발 담궈도 내 옆엔 너만 도대체 Elliott Smith는 왜 죽어 가지고서 날 슬프게 하는 거야 하루가 지나

alameda `ELLIOTT SMITH`

you walk down alameda shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone like some precious only son face down, bow to the champion you walk down alameda looking at the cracks in the sidewalk thinking

Alamada `Elliott Smith`

< Alamada > - Elliott Smith You walk down alamada shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone Like some precious only son Face down, bow to the champion You walk down alamada looking at

everything reminds me of her `ELLIOTT SMITH`

I never really had a problem because of leaving but everything reminds me of her this evening so if I seem a little out of it, sorry but why should I lie?

pictures of me `Elliott Smith`

< Picture Of Me > - Elliott Smith Start stop and start Stupid acting smart Flirting with the flicks You say it's just for kicks You'll be the victim of your own dirty tricks You got yourself

Picture Of Me `Elliott Smith`

< Picture Of Me > - Elliott Smith Start stop and start Stupid acting smart Flirting with the flicks You say it's just for kicks You'll be the victim of your own dirty tricks You got yourself

Last Call `Elliott Smith`

Last call He was sick of it all Asleep at home Told you off and goodbye Well you know one day it'll come to haunt you That you didn't tell him quite the truth You're a crisis You're an icicle You're

pictures me `ELLIOTT SMITH`

start stop and start stupid acting smart flirting with the flicks you say it's just for kicks you'll be the victim of your own dirty tricks you got yourself to tease and displease doors swinging

Ballad Of Big Nothing `Elliott Smith`

Of Big Nothing > - Elliott Smith Throwing candy out to the crowd Dragging down the main The heplness little thing with the dirty mouth Who's always got something to say You're sitting

baby britain `ELLIOTT SMITH`

baby britain feels the best floating over a sea of vodka separated from the rest fights problems with bigger problems sees the ocean fall and rise counts the waves that somehow didn't hit her water

Baby Britian `Elliott Smith`

Baby britain feels the best floating over a sea of vodka Separated from the rest Fights problems with bigger problems Sees the ocean fall and rise Counts the waves that somehow didn't hit her Water

Condor Ave `Elliott Smith`

past into rythmic queitude lights burning Voice dry and hoarse I threw the screen door like a bastard back And forth the feel over my knees The feel over each other I fell onto my knees The sound of

stupidity tries `ELLIOTT SMITH`

here is free everything but you and me this painting never dries stupidity tries savannah shoulder raised a cheer coloring the sky with ash because they found some privateer to sail across a sea of

Going Nowhere `Elliott Smith`

He waved hello silent like a mime We met, there's no changing my mind I won't walk the stairs with you tonight Going nowhere The clock moved a quarter of a turn The time it took a cigarette to burn

2:45 am `Elliott Smith`

< 2:45 am > - Elliott Smith I'm going out sleepwalking Where mute memories start talking The boss that couldn't help but hurt you And the pretty thing he made desert you I'm going out now like

Memory Lane `Elliott Smith`

knows is you're not like them and they kick you in the head and send you back to bed isolation pulled you passed a tunnel to a bright world where you can make a place to stay but everybody's scared of

Miss Misery `ELLIOTT SMITH`

I'll fake it through the day With some help from Johnny Walker Red Send the poison rain down the drain To put bad thoughts in my head Two tickets torn in half And a lot of nothin' to do Do you miss

Miss Misery (Early Ver.) `Elliott Smith`

I'll fake it through the day With some help from johnny walker red Send the poison rain down the drain To put bad thoughts in my head Two tickets torn in half And a lot of nothing to do Do you miss

angeles `ELLIOTT SMITH`

someone's always coming around here trailing some new kill says I seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill and what's a game of chance to you, to him is one of real skill so glad to meet you angeles

I didn't Understand `Elliott Smith`

ignore Put out and put away And so you'd soon be leaving me along like i'm supposed to be tonight, Tomorrow and everyday There's nothing here that you'll miss I can guarantee you this is a cloud of

Angles `Elliott Smith`

Someone's always coming around here, trailing some new kill Says I've seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill And what's a game of chance to you, to him is one of real skill So glad to meet you

Looking Over My Shoulder `Elliott Smith`

Wiped out in the city slick Another sick rock-and-roller acting like a dick Bleeding cash burning through the trash That piles up in this place And fills up behind my empty face Full of things that

the white lady loves you more `ELLIOTT SMITH`

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

Wouldn't mama be proud `Elliott Smith`

There's a silver lining in the corporate cloud And the pretty pose that you're taking as As an emcee, oh, of the great pretender I should sure think so Wouldn't mama be proud?

Last Hour `Elliott Smith`

around Talking it out The last hour I'm through trying now It's a big relief I'll be staying down Where no-one else gonna give me grief Mess me around Just make it over Your opinion was the law of

The Last Hour `Elliott Smith`

lying around Talking it out The last hour I'm through trying now It's a big relief I'll be staying down Where no-one else gonna give me grief Mess me around Just make it over Your opinion was the law of

See You Later `Elliott Smith`

You got a choke chain Made out of nightrain To keep your memory down In quicksand from the main man To gel everything out Always out on a joyride Lay it out from insides Always at a dead stall

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

New Monkey `Elliott Smith`

Here come the sidewalk boss again Telling me how I can't cave in That I'm a study in black Need a pat on the back I looked up and smile A picture of dissatisfaction That he can only see as a junkie