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" the imitation picks you up like a habit
writing in the glow of the tv's static
taking out the trash to the man
give the people something they understand
a stickman flashing a fine line smile
junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a style
rich man in a poor man's clothes
the permanent installment of the daily dose
and you tell off when you tell it like it is
your world's no wider that your hatred of his
checking into a small reality
boring as a drug you take too regularly
the athlete's laugh; the broken crutch
the first true love that folded at the slightest touch
brought down like an old hotel
people digging through rubble for things they can resell
happy holidays said sick savior
the leaving lover that i still favor
i won't take your medicine, i don't need a remedy
to be everything i'm supposed to be
i don't want nobody else
i can do it by myself
we're meant to be together
now i'm a policeman directing traffic
keeping everything moving, everything static
i'm the hitchhiker you'll recognize passing
on your way to some everlasting
better sell it while you can
better sell it while you can
better sell it while you can
better sell it while you can"
-Elliott Smith "Junk Bond Trader"
This remains to be one of my favorite Elliott Smith songs... It's winter almost. I can feel it.. Oh well... I'll deal like I have for the past 18 years. I just need to invest in a really good pair of headphones for the nights that I will lie awake and listen to the stream of quiet music.
I've been thinking. I think that music is my equivical to Prozac. It keeps me from thinking too much, and I love it with such a passion. When I hurt, my music get loud to the point where I can't think. I love it.
Thank you Elliott.
writing in the glow of the tv's static
taking out the trash to the man
give the people something they understand
a stickman flashing a fine line smile
junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a style
rich man in a poor man's clothes
the permanent installment of the daily dose
and you tell off when you tell it like it is
your world's no wider that your hatred of his
checking into a small reality
boring as a drug you take too regularly
the athlete's laugh; the broken crutch
the first true love that folded at the slightest touch
brought down like an old hotel
people digging through rubble for things they can resell
happy holidays said sick savior
the leaving lover that i still favor
i won't take your medicine, i don't need a remedy
to be everything i'm supposed to be
i don't want nobody else
i can do it by myself
we're meant to be together
now i'm a policeman directing traffic
keeping everything moving, everything static
i'm the hitchhiker you'll recognize passing
on your way to some everlasting
better sell it while you can
better sell it while you can
better sell it while you can
better sell it while you can"
-Elliott Smith "Junk Bond Trader"
This remains to be one of my favorite Elliott Smith songs... It's winter almost. I can feel it.. Oh well... I'll deal like I have for the past 18 years. I just need to invest in a really good pair of headphones for the nights that I will lie awake and listen to the stream of quiet music.
I've been thinking. I think that music is my equivical to Prozac. It keeps me from thinking too much, and I love it with such a passion. When I hurt, my music get loud to the point where I can't think. I love it.
Thank you Elliott.