Elliott Smith

"She appears composed So she is, I suppose Who can really tell? She shows no emotion at all Stares into space like a dead china doll"

"I think the music business will eventually crush me, but I [smiles]... Im ready."

"Im a roman candle My head is full of flames I want to hurt him I want to give him pain And make him feel this pretty burn."

"I dont intend to write depressing songs and Id probably rather write happy ones"

"Heres a song I made up while I was watching Xena the Warrior Princess with the sound off. Its a fact. I had a secret crush on Xena. It was a secret to me too. I wouldnt admit it. Shes pretty fuckin tough. She has a good yell... she kills the stupid gladiators with the log-trap. Release the log-trap! She releases the log-trap and they all get... crushed. Theyd all wanna be with her if they could, but unfortunately theyre not on her side. Its a lot better with the sound off. Really, it is. And the song didnt have anything to do with Xena... but... I was about half a bottle through Jamesons... if that makes any sense."

"Drink up, baby, look at the stars Ill kiss you again Between the bars Where Im seeing you there With your hands in the air Waiting to finally be caught Drink up one more time and Ill make you mine..."

"You turned white, like a saint But Im tired of dancing on a pot of gold... ...Flecked paint."

"Im a junkyard full of false starts And I dont need your permission To bury my love under this bare light bulb. The moon is a sickle cell Itll kill you in time."

"Im going out now like a baby A naïve unsatisfiable baby Grabbing onto whatevers around For the soaring high or the crushing down With hidden cracks that dont show, but that constantly just grow."

"Theres some records that sell millions of copies, that its really unclear if anybody liked it who was making it, yknow?"

"Its a picture perfect evening And Im staring down the sun Fully loaded, deaf, and dumb And done waiting for sedation to disconnect my head Or any situation where Im better off than dead"

"Church bells and now Im awake And I guess it must be some kind of holiday I cant seem to join in the celebration But Ill go to the service And Ill go to pray And Ill sing the praises of my makers name Like I was as good as she made me..."