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Elliott Smith - Miss Misery

got plans for both of us that involved a trip out of town
to a place I’ve seen in a magazine that you left lying around

I cant hold my liquor but I keep a good attitude

Cause its alright
some enchanted night I’ll be with you

Though you’d rather see me gone
than to see it come the day I’ll be waiting for you anyway

Next door the TV’s flashing blue frames on the wall
its a comedy from the 70s
with the lead no one recalls

vanished into oblivion
its easy to do
snd I cry to see
when you talked to me the day you said we were through

but it’s alright
some enchanted night I’ll be with you

(Source: camijoan, via l-oser-s)

Pink Floyd - Wearing the Inside Out

From morning to night I stayed out of sight
Ditn’t recognise I’d become
No more than alive I’d barely survive
In a word…overrun

Won’t hear a sound
From my mouth
I’ve spent too long
On the inside out
My skin is could
To the human touch
This bleeding heart’s
Not beating much

I murmured a vow of silence and now
I don’t even hear when I think aloud
Extinguished by light I turn on the night
Wear its darkness with an empty smile

I’m creeping back to life
my nervous system all awry
I’m wearing the inside out

Look at him now
He’s paler somehow
But he’s coming round
he’s starting to choke
It’s been so long since he spoke
Well he can have the words right from my mouth

And with these words I can see
Clear trough the clouds that covered me
Just give it time then speak my name
Now we can hear ourselves again

I’m holding out
For the day
When all the clouds
Have blown away
I’m with you now
Can speak your name
Now we can hear
Ourselves again

Pedro the Lion - Of Up and Coming Monarchs

Sunken ships rest upon the ocean floor
Where I’ve made my home to dodge the draft once more
There once was a time one could flee to the North
But Canada’s not what she used to be
Boycott the war, well, she couldn’t afford to
Thanks to the new American queen

Swim with me and we’ll escape all the trouble of the present age
Finally free

Mermaids teach us how to breath beneath
The line that now divides action from apathy

Elliott Smith - Roman Candle

he played himself
didn’t need me to give him hell
he could be cool and cruel to you and me
knew we’d put up with anything

I want to hurt him
I want to give him pain
I’m a roman candle
My head is full of flames

I’m hallucinating
hallucinating
I hear you cry
your tears are cheap
wet hot red swollen cheeks
fall asleep

I want to hurt him
I want to give him pain
I’m a roman candle
My head is full of flames

I want to hurt him
I want to give him pain
make him feel this pretty burn

The Decemberists - The Engine Driver

I’m a moneylender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured

And if you don’t love me, let me go
And if you don’t love me, let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have home
And I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones