Elliott Smith Quotes

Gimme one good reason not to do it
(because we love you), so do it.

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.

You disappoint me,
all you people raking in on the world.
The devil's script sells
you the heart of a blackbird.

I'm sorry you seem so stung,
and I'm sorry you feel you have to hold your tongue
when you're so pretty and smart

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 moon is a sickle cell
It'll kill you in time.

I'd say you make the
perfect angel in the snow
all crushed out on the way
you are, I'd better stop before
it goes too far.

I met a girl, snowball in hell she was hard and as cracked as the liberty bell.

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.

Here come your pride and joy
The comic little drunk you call your boy,
Making everybody smile

I could make you satisfied in everything you do,
All your secret wishes could right now be coming true
And be forever with my poisoned arms
Around you.
No one's gonna fool around with us.

And though you'd rather see me gone then to see there come the day,
I'll be waiting for you anyway

Next door, the TV's flashing
blue frames on the wall.
It's a comedy from the seventies
with a lead no one recalls.
He vanished into oblivion
it's easy to do
and I cried a sea when you talked to me
the day you said we were through.
But it's all right, some enchanted night
I'll be with you

She appears composed
So she is, I suppose
Who can really tell?
She shows no emotion at all
Stares into space like a dead china doll

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 myself
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.

You turned white, like a saint
But I'm tired of dancing on a pot of gold...
...Flecked paint.