Steven Paul "Elliott" Smith (August 6, 1969 – October 21, 2003) was an American songwriter and musician. Smith was born in Omaha, Nebraska, raised primarily in Texas, and resided for a significant portion of his life in Portland, Oregon, where he first gained popularity. His primary instrument was the guitar, but he was also proficient at piano, clarinet, bass, drums and harmonica. Smith had a distinctive vocal style characterized by his "whispery, spiderweb-thin delivery" and use of multi-tracking to create vocal harmonies.
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F#mD The problem I have with the soul contraption AEBm Swallowed up slowly like a bad reaction F#mD All around what you do and say AEBm Well the symptom falls further away F#mD You live in silence but you can't describe it AEBm So what's the point of talking at all? F#mD The store bought injury.. the family cane AEBm Just another boy bad at the game F#mDAEBm This is when you need a friend to keep you moving around F#mD 'Cause all your thinking has made you slow AEBm You might be stopping out.. you know
AF#m Frustrated fireworks inside your head F#mD There's a lit fuse smoking.. you caught instead AF#m What you're dealing.. but it's just a start F#mD Was a time since your problem was a poison dart AF#m And you act like a cowboy.. whatever's in my hat F#mD I'm a hardboiled hero and I'm not so bad AF#m But I didn't know when to run from this
F#mD A proud fan is gonna see you shatter AEBm I know that there really isn't anything the matter F#mD Nothing is gonna be crying words.. AEBm They only want their voice to be heard F#mD They use it sometimes to show that they're around AEBm Or they build you up a theory like the walls of a town F#mD A tired and ancient ruler right now.. AEBm The neighborhood slaves are hardly skilled
AF#m Open your parachute and drop your weight F#mD Float on down to the center and investigate AF#m I did my self requirement F#mD Better cop out hard or I'll leave right now AF#m 'Cause this feeling of loving I felt it in my chest F#mD Like the nighttime footsteps of an unknown guest AF#m I know it wasn't me.. I wasn't moving..
F#mD I felt thunder.. the rain was pouring AEBm I know it must be something wrong all this is restoring F#mD You don't have to live in a life's mistake AEA Stay in the center and wait AEA Stay in the center and wait AEBm Stay in the center and wait.