First the mic then a half cigarette Singing 'Cathy's Clown'

Haven't laughed this hard in a long time

I better stop now before I start crying

Go off to sleep in the sunshine

I don't want to see the day when it's dying

Så blir det vår och jag går in i Elliott Smith-koma.. igen. Laddar min mp3 full och njuter av varje bussresa, promenad eller ärende då jag lyssnar på den. Jag går ju inte ett steg utanför mitt rum utan att ta med mig min mp3. En vår utan herr Smith skulle inte funka. Inte alls. No. Nej. Nicht. Äh.

Tänkte väl bara hylla honom ännu en gång.

Drink up, baby, stay up all night.

With the things you could do,

You won't but you might.

The potential you'll be,

That you'll never see,

The promises you'll only make.

Drink up with me now,

And forget all about

The pressure of days.

Do what I say,

And I'll make you okay,

And drive them away

The images stuck in your head:

People you've been before

That you don't want around anymore—

That push and shove and won't bend to your will.

I’ll keep them still.