Elliott Smith - Junk Bond Trader Lyrics
The imitation picks you up like a habit
Writing in the glow of the TV's static
Taking out the trash to the man
Give the people something they'd understand
A stickman flashing a fine-lined smile
Rich man in a poor man's clothes
The permanent installment of the daily dose
And you tell off when you tell it like it is
Your world's no wider than your hatred of his
Checking into a small reality
Boring like a drug you take too regularly
The athlete's laugh, the broken crutch
The first true love that folded at the slightest touch
Brought down like an old hotel
People diggle through rubble for things they can resell
The leaving lover that I still favor
I won't take your medicine, I don't need a remedy
To be everything I'm supposed to be
I don't want nobody else
I can do it by myself
We're meant to be together
Now I'm a policeman directing traffic
Keeping everything moving, everything static
I'm a hitchhiker you'll recognize passing
On your way to some everlasting
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can
Other Lyrics by Artist
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- Elliott Smith - Shooting Star
- Elliott Smith - Memory Lane
- Elliott Smith - Little One
- Elliott Smith - A Distorted Reality Is Now A Necessity To Be Free
- Elliott Smith - Angel In The Snow
- Elliott Smith - Talking To Mary
- Elliott Smith - High Times
- Elliott Smith - New Monkey
- Elliott Smith - Looking Over My Shoulder
- Elliott Smith - Going Nowhere
- Elliott Smith - Riot Coming
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- Elliott Smith - A Passing Feeling
- Elliott Smith - Twilight
- Elliott Smith - Color Bars
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Elliott Smith Junk Bond Trader Comments
:☾ ♫
The imitation picks you up like a habit
Writing in the glow of the TV's static
Taking out the trash to the man
Give the people something they understand
A stickman flashing a fine line smile
Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a style
Rich man in a poor man's clothes
The permanent instalment of the daily dose
And you tell off when you tell it like it is
Your world's no wider that your hatred of his
Checking into a small reality
Boring as a drug you take too regularly
The athlete's laugh; the broken crutch
The first true love that folded at the slightest touch
Brought down like an old hotel
People digging through rubble for things they can resell
Happy holidays said sick savior
The leaving lover that I still favor
I won't take your medicine, I don't need a remedy
To be everything I'm supposed to be
I don't want nobody else
I can do it by myself
We're meant to be together
Now I'm a policeman directing traffic
Keeping everything moving, everything static
I'm the hitchhiker you'll recognize passing
On your way to some everlasting
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can
Te amo Elliot
Reminiscent of the Beatles at their peak! Definitely influenced by John Lennon's writing style. And, as with all great melodies, you can whistle along with it...
metaspherz bingo. The tone of the guitar too.
Un poeta que puede hacer lo que le de la gana con su voz y su guitarra. Los tentáculos de este hombre lo abarcan todo.
The imitation picks you up like a habit
Writing in the glow of the tv static
Taking out the trash to the man
Give the people something they understand
Stick man flashing a fine-line smile
Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a style
Rich man in a poor man's clothes
The permanent installment of the daily dose
And you tell off when you tell it like it is
Your world's no wider than your hatred of his
Checking into a small reality
Boring as a drug you take too regularly
The apple needs to laugh; the broken crutch
The first true love that folded at the slightest touch
Brought down like an old hotel
People digging through the rubble for things they can resell
"Happy holidays, " said sick savior
The leading love I still favor
I won't take your medicine
I don't need a remedy
To be everything I'm supposed to be
I don't want nobody else
I can do it by myself
We're meant to be together
Now I'm a policeman directing traffic
Keeping everything moving, everything static
I'm the hitchhiker you recognize passing
On your way to some everlasting
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can
Happy 19th anniversary