Wednesday, July 9, 2008

elliott smith Rosarch

You can tell a good bit about a devotee of Mr Smith by which of his songs insinuates itself deepest into their subconscious.
This came to me while the wife was talking with a nurse and I was listening to a swath of his work on the 'pod.

Before the last batch of therapy that finally cut me loose from the past mine was Independence Day.
i saw you in a perfect place
it's gonna happen soon but not today
so go to sleep and make the change
i'll meet you here tomorrow
independence day
independence day
independence day


It's still one of the most perfect songs ever written (in the pantheon of titans like Night and Day, Someone to Watch Over Me & Come Rain or Come Shine).

But I made my change, although the magic's still there.

One of our closest friends adopted Waltz #2 as her anthem.

first the mic then a half cigarette
singing cathy's clown
that's the man that she's married to now
that's the girl that he takes around town
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'm never gonna know you now, but i'm gonna love you anyhow


She didn't understand why, but we did.

I just polled the wife, unaware of this post.
She proclaims her allegiance to the two crippled chimera in her life by calling it a tie between Independence Day and Waltz #2.

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