This is the place youll end up When you lose the chase Where youre dragged against your will From a basement on the hill And all anybody knows Is youre not like them And they kick you in the head And send you back to bed -- Isolation pulled you passed a tunnel to a bright world Where you can make a place to stay But everybodys scared of this place, theyre stayin away Your little house on memory lane -- The mayors name is Fear His voice patrols the pier From a mountain of cliche That advances everyday The doctor spoke of clout He reigned out loud Youll keep your doors and windows shut And swear youll never show a soul again -- But isolation pushes you til every muscle aches Down the only road it ever take But everybodys scared of this place, theyre stayin away Your little house on memory lane If its your decision to be Open about yourself Be careful or else Be careful or else -- Im comfortable apart Its all written on my chart And I take whats given me Most cooperatively I do what people say And lie in bed all day Absolutely horrified I hope youre satisfied -- Isolation pushes past self hatred, guilt and shame To a place where sufferin is just a game But everybodys scared of this place, theyre stayin away Your little house on memory lane Your little house on memory lane -- Rest in peace Elliot Smith. Our lives are largely carved by imortal acts of kindness in a moment, and weighed by the legacy we leave. No matter how small, or how humble. Yours is however, immeasurable! A precious cargo of inspiration set adrift --
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 15:14:21 +0000