Condor Ave.
Elliott Smith
she took the oldsmobile out past condor avenue and she locked the car and slipped past into rhythmic quietude lights burning voice dry and hoarse i threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth the chimes fell over each other i fell onto my knees the sound of the car driving off made me feel diseased a sick shouting like you hear at the fairground now i'm picking up to put away anything of yours that's still around i dont know what to do with your clothes or your letters it'll make a whisper out of you she took the oldsmobile out past condor avenue the fairground's lit a drunk man sits by the gate she's driving through got his hat tipped bottle back in between his teeth looks like he's buried in the sand at the beach i can't think about you driving off to leave barely awake to take a little nap while the road is straight i wish that car had never been discovered they took away the bottle and the hat he was under that's the one thing that he could never do and it'll make a whisper out of you she took the oldsmobile out past condor avenue cops were running around the scene loking for some kind of clue they never get uptight when a moth gets crushed unless a light bulb really loved him very much i'm lying down blowing smoke from my cigarette little whisper smoke signs that you'll never get you're in your oldsmobile driving by the moon headlights burning bright ahead of you and someone's burning out, out on condor avenue trying to make a whisper out of you and someone's burning out, out on condor avenue trying to make a whisper out of you what a shitty thing to say did you really mean it you never said a word to me about what passed between us so now i'm leaving you alone you can do whatever the hell you want toacoustic acoustic guitar alternative averynicemanyes ballads bouncy chill college cool drinking songs dusty guitar strummers elliott smith Favorite Favorite Artists favorite songs Favorite Songs Of All-Time favorites find folk folk rock folk-rock for a cigarette great guitar i love it I myself am strange and unusua indie indie folk indie pop indie rock Katelyn Lo-Fi melancholy Mellow mellowish moody needle Night Driving potentially earthshattering quiet Roman Candle seen live singer-songwriter Skank Stuff smooth story songs Talent the desperate kingdom of love Time for Bed transportation
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