Elliott Smith

Got a foot in the door

God knows what for

And he'll cut me down to size

Stupidity tries

Everything here is free

Everything but you and me

This painting never dries

Stupidity tries

Savannah shoulder raised a cheer

Coloring the sky with ash

Because they found some privateer

To sail across the sea of trash

The enemy is within

Don't confuse me with him

The truth is otherwise

Stupidity tries

And so I go from floor to floor

Looking for a port of call

Another drunk conquistador

Conquering the governor's ball

I couldn't think of a thing

That I hope tomorrow brings

Oh what a surprise

Stupidity tries


Steven Paul "Elliott" Smith (August 6, 1969 – October 21, 2003) was an American songwriter and musician. Smith was born in Omaha, Nebraska, raised primarily in Texas, and resided for a significant portion of his life in Portland, Oregon, where he first gained popularity. His primary instrument was the guitar, but he was also proficient at piano, clarinet, bass, drums and harmonica. Smith had a distinctive vocal style characterized by his "whispery, spiderweb-thin delivery" and use of multi-tracking to create vocal harmonies. ... Read More