Elliott Smith
coming up roses
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I'm a junkyard full of false starts
And I don't need yourr permission
To bury my love under this bare light bulb
The moon is a sickle cell it'll kill you in time
You cold white brother riding your blood
Like spun glass in sore eyes
While the moon does its division you're buried below
And you're coming up roses
Everywhere you go red roses follow
The things that you tell yourself
They'll kill you in time
You cold white brother alive in your blood
Spinning in the night sky
While the moon does its division you're buried below
And you're coming up roses
Everywhere you go red roses
So you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows
And you're coming up roses
Everywhere you go red roses
- Album:
- Heaven Adores You Soundtrack
- Alternate Versions From Either/Or ("7)
- New Moon
- From a Basement On the Hill
- Pretty (Ugly Before) [7"]
- Figure 8
- 3 Titres Inedits (Single)
- Son Of Sam (7")
- Baby Britain (Single)
- XO
- Waltz #2 (XO) [7"]
- Either/Or
- Division Day (7")
- Miss Misery (Single)
- Speed Trials (7")
- Elliott Smith
- Needle in the Hay (7")
- Roman Candle
- Miscellaneous
- 1998-06-02: Studion, Stockholm, Sweden