:: Electric Psychedelic Pussycat Swinger's Club ::

:: Sunday, May 01, 2005 ::

a plain-spoken eulogy for Elliott Smith

Reading about this sole track in Rolling Stone is what prompted me to go out and get this album. It saddens me that he'll never make any more music.

Late

Under some dirty words
On a dirty wall
Eating take-out by myself
I played the shows
Got back in the van and put the walkman on
And you were playing

In some other time a thousand miles away
I played a thousand times before
And like pathetic stars
The truck stop and the rock club walls
I always knew
You saw them too
But you never will again

It's too late
Don't you know
It's been too late for a long time

Elliott, man you played a fine guitar
And some dirty basketball
The songs you wrote
Got me through a lot
Just wanna tell you that

But it's too late
It's too late
Don't you know
it's been too late
for a long time

Oh, no
Things were looking up
Least that's what I heard
Oh, no
Someone came and washed away your hard-earned
Peace of mind

When desperate static beats the silence up
A quiet truth to calm you down
The songs you wrote
Got me through a lot
Just wanna tell you that

But it's too late
It's too late
Don't you know
It's been too late for a long time

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