| Elliott Smith – King's Crossing Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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The method acting that pays my bills Keeps the fat man feeding in Beverly Hills; method-actors go to some awful extremes to really get into their character's skins, Elliott is humourously refering to his drug-use as method-acting because he writes songs about it and it sells. People love it; they buy it and this is what makes the fat man, probably head of a record label he's signed to rich and happy. Here is a quote from Kierkegaard whom I know Elliott was a fan of because he named his albulm after one of his books: "What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.'" – Søren Kierkegaard (Either - Or) It's Christmas time; Christmas is the combination of the two things that America loves most; Christianity and consumerism, its is the hardest holiday not to use; when everyone else is made happy by material objects: things that don't bring you any joy at all, all you want to do is get high And the needles on the tree A skinny Santa is bringing something to me His voice is overwhelming But his speech is slurred And I only understand every other word; this parts rather obvious no need to explain it Open your parachute and grab your gun: in the westcoast tar comes wraps in a peice of plastic twisted and sealed off, this is called a parachute, your gun is your needle Falling down like an omen, a setting sun Read the part and we turn out fine It's a hell of a role if you can keep it alive; it's a hell of a role: the ups and the downs of junkie life are are more extreme than any non-junkie's life, but the price you pay is that it'll kill you sooner or later But I don't care if I fuck up I'm going on a date With a rich white lady Ain't life great?; a rich white lady is China White, you normally only find it on the East Coast and thereabouts unless one of your friends goes on a trip there and bring some back |
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| Elliott Smith – Sweet Adeline Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| Clementine isn't in the lyrics, that guy interpreted it wrong he just says Sweet Adeline over and over | |
| Elliott Smith – Speed Trials Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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He's pleased to meet you underneath the Horse; Horse=Heroin May be a long time until you get the call-up But it's sure as fate and hard as your luck; It's that anticipation and frustration when your waiting for your dealer to call you back No one'll know where you are It's just a brief smile crossing your face; It's when your sitting on the train, bus, walking to your connect, or whatever and that flicker of a smile crosses your face because you know in a moments time you'll be so fucking happy Running speed trials still standing in place; this part seems like a redundancy cause how can you run speed trials while standing in place, but he means you're running speed trials trying to see how fast you can cook it up, find a vein, and get it in. When the socket's not a shock enough You little child, what makes you think you're tough?; to me this part seems like self-deprecation but i could be wrong. When all the people you think you're above They all know what's the matter; it's feeling like you're above other people, non-junkies, people who's happiness depends on material objects, commodities, but then they all know what's wrong with you, they can see your pale skin, your tracks, your runny nose, your sweat, they know that you're a junkie and even if you feel like you're better than them; they feel like they're better than you. You're such a pinball, yeah, you know it's true There's always something you come back running to To follow the path of no resistance; he's bashing himself, saying that there's always sometyhing that he comes running back to (heroin) , instead of taking the harder route and growing and changing It's just a brief smile crossing your face Running speed trials standing in place It's just a brief smile crossing your face Running speed trials all over the place; To the people around you: it's just a brief smile crossing your face, running speed trials all over the place is shooting up in bathroom on the subway, in bathroom in a restaurant, in the park, in a taxi, you get the picture. |
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