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    This is one of those tunes that just get stuck in your ahead all day long, playing over and over and over again and again...

    Memory Lane - Elliot Smith

    This is the place
    You'll end up when
    You lose the chase
    Where you're dragged against your will
    From a basement on the hill
    All anybody knows is
    You're not like them
    They kick you in the head
    And send you back to bed
    Isolation pulled you past a tunnel into a
    Bright world where you can make a place to stay
    But everybody's scared of this place
    And they're staying away
    Your little house on memory lane
    The mayor's name is fear
    His force patrols the pier
    from a mountain up of cliche
    That advances everyday
    The doctor spoke of cloud
    He rained out loud
    'You'll keep the doors and windows shut and swear never show a soul again'
    But isolation pushes you ‘til every muscle aches
    Down the only road it ever takes
    But everybody's scared of this place
    They're staying away
    Your little house on memory lane
    If it's your decision
    To be open about yourself
    Be careful or else
    Be careful or else
    Uncomfortable apart
    It's all written on my chart
    And I take what's given to me
    Most cooperatively
    I do what people say
    And lie in bed all day
    Absolutely horrified
    I hope you're satisfied
    Isolation pushes past self-hatred, guilt and shame
    To a place where suffering's just a game
    But everybody's scared of this place
    And staying away
    Your little house on memory lane
    Your little house on memory lane

    Sucker

    Sometimes, I wish that I was the weather
    You'd bring me up in conversation forever
    And when it rained, I'd be the talk of the day

    Oh, sometimes I wish that I was a cold beer
    I'd rest assured that you would hold me near
    I'd be guaranteed to be just what you need

    CHORUS

    And there could be no other way, 'cause you're so, you're so lame
    Your tired words are all, they're all the same
    Yeah I would walk and I'd surely walk away
    If I wasn't such a sucker for you

    Sometimes, I wish that I was a bong hit
    You'd let me in and you would love every minute
    And tell the room the things I did to you...

    Oh and there could be no other way, 'cause you're so lame
    Your tired words are all, your tired words are all the same
    Yeah I would walk you know I'd surely walk away
    If I wasn't such a sucker for you

    I see your world with rosey-colored glasses on
    Wanna right what I see wrong
    I could never have that power over you

    Someday, I'm gonna pack up and leave this town
    I'm gonna get my own things goin' on
    And when I do, I'll forget
    I'll forget
    I'll forget about how, how you're so, you're so lame
    Your tired words are all, your tired words are all the same
    And I would walk you know I'd, I'd walk away
    If I wasn't such a sucker for you
    I wasn't such a sucker for you
    I wasn't such a sucker for you

    Here comes the sun

     

    This is D best cover of the song i've heard.

     
     

    Sylvia Plath

     
     
     
    I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
    Busted tooth and a smile
    And cigarette ashes in her drink
    The kind that goes out and then sleeps for a week
    The kind that goes out on her
    To give me a reason, for well, I dunno

    And maybe she'd take me to France
    Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance
    In a mansion on the top of a hill
    She'd ash on the carpets
    And slip me a pill
    Then she'd get pretty loaded on gin
    And maybe she'd give me a bath
    How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath

    And she and I would sleep on a boat
    And swim in the sea without clothes
    With rain falling fast on the sea
    While she was swimming away, she'd be winking at me
    Telling me it would all be okay
    Out on the horizon and fading away
    And I'd swim to the boat and I'd laugh
    I gotta get me a Sylvia Plath

    And maybe she'd take me to France
    Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance
    In a mansion on the top of a hill
    She'd ash on the carpets
    And slip me a pill
    Then she'd get pretty loaded on gin
    And maybe she'd give me a bath
    How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
    I wish I had a Sylvia Plath