Elliott Smith

Everybody knows which way you go

Straight to over

No one wants to see you inside of me

Straight to over

I heard the hammer at the lock

Say you're deaf and dumb and done

Give yourself another talk

This time make it sound like someone

The noise is coming out and if it's not out now

Then tomorrow, tomorrow...

They took your life apart and called you failures art

They were wrong though they won't know

Till tomorrow

I got static in my head, the reflected sound of everything,

Tried to go to where it led, but it didn't lead to anything,

The noise is coming out, and if it's not out now,

I know it's just about to drown tomorrow out


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