Elliott Smith lyrics

Elliott Smith lyrics

"Condor Ave lyrics"

Songs From An American Movie Pt-II lyrics
Sometimes I get to a point where I don't give a damn about anything...anymore Sometimes I get to a point where I feel numb and I just don't care Sometimes I feel like I just do
she took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
and she locked the car and slipped past into rythmic quietude
lights burning, voice dry and hoarse
I threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth
the chimes fell over each other
I fell onto my knees
the sound of the car driving off made me feel diseased
a sick shouting like you hear at the fairground
now I'm picking up to put away any
Three Nights lyrics
Tonight I sit right down in my room Going over it and over it again and again Something's got a hold of me And I just can't seem to shake myself loose Let me go Let me go I'm surely breaking up Tonight I'm gonn
thing of yours that's still around I don't know what to do with your clothes or your letters it'll make a whisper out of you she took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue the fairground's lit a drunk man sitsby the gate she's driving through got his hat tipped bottle back in between his teeth looks like he's buried in the sand at the beach I can't think about you driving off to leave barely awake to take a little nap
All By Myself lyrics
When I was young I never needed anyone And makin' love was just for fun Those days are gone Livin' alone I think of all the friends I've known But when I dial the telephone Nobod
while the road is straight I wish that car had never been discoveredthey took away the bottle and the hat he was under that's the one thing that he could never do and it'll make a whisper out of you she took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue cops were running around the scene looking for some kind of clue they ever get uptight when a moth gets crushed unless a light bulb really loved him very much I'm lying down,
Another Being Wasted lyrics
I am your dreamI am your worst nightmareThe things to come your fearAnd past to forgetBy my commandAll of your sins take formFrom my desiresYour temptations are bornYour
blowing smoke from my cigarettelittle whisper smoke signs you'll never get you're in your Oldsmobile driving by the moon headlights burning bright ahead of you and someone's burning out on Condor Avenue trying to make a whisper out of you what a shitty thing to say did you really mean it you never said a word to me about what passed between us so now I'm leaving you alone you can do whatever the hell you want to

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