Songwriters and poets

[rowens]

Elliott Smith played everything almost perfectly. Like his whole life was in the music, and that he's still alive, because his songs saw early death on the horizon. Kind of like John Keats. He had nothing to lose, so he gave everything. At least it feels that way. That we can know that songs aren't everything: there's just that much more behind each one.

[billy]

As you can tell from my name, I'm a huge Elliott Smith fan. Here's one of my favourite songs of his:

hi elliot.

would you consider his work poetry? i'm not able to say because i'm not knowledgeable of his stuff.

[elliottsmith]

As you can tell from my name, I'm a huge Elliott Smith fan. Here's one of my favourite songs of his:

hi elliot.

would you consider his work poetry? i'm not able to say because i'm not knowledgeable of his stuff.

I would say so, but I'm not the most knowledgeable guy when it comes to poetry.

Here's some of the lyrics from some of his more"poetic" songs:

Kings Crossing:
The king's crossing was the main attraction
Dominos are falling in a chain reaction
The scraping subject ruled by fear told me
Whiskey works better than beer

The judge is on vinyl, decisions aren't final
And nobody gets a reprieve
And every wave is tidal
If you hang around
You're going to get wet

I can't prepare for death any more than I already have
All you can do now is watch the shells
The game looks easy, that's why it sells
Frustrated fireworks inside your head
Are going to stand and deliver, talk instead
The method acting that pays my bills
Keeps the fat man feeding in Beverly Hills
I got a heavy metal mouth that hurls obscenity
And I get my check from the trash treasury
Because I took my own insides out

It don't matter because I have no sex life
All I want to do now is inject my ex-wife
I've seen the movie
And I know what happens

It's Christmas time
And the needles on the tree
A skinny Santa is bringing something to me
His voice is overwhelming
But his speech is slurred
And I only understand every other word
Open your parachute and grab your gun
Float down like an omen, a setting sun
Read the part and return at five
It's a hell of a role if you can keep it alive
But I don't care if I fuck up
I'm going on a date
With a rich white lady
Ain't life great?
Give me one good reason not to do it
(Because we love you)
So do it

Happiness:
Activity's killing the actor
And a cop's standing out in the road
Turning traffic away
There was nothing she could do until after
When his body'd been buried below
Way back in the day

Oh my, nothing else could've been done
He made his life a lie
So he might never have to know anyone
Made his life the lie you know

I told him he shouldn't upset her
And that he'd only be making it worse
Involving somebody else
But I knew that he'd never forget her
While her memory worked in reverse
To keep her safe from herself