melancholy

Completely inexplicably, I woke up this morning feeling so sad I couldn't stand it. I must have had some horrid dreams or something. So I spent the morning listening to Neil Young and just being blue.

Helpless
There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked
and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless.

a perfect song

I love all of Elliott Smith's songs, but Rose Parade may be my favorite. It's a masterful display of alienation. You can feel the loneliness. RIP, Elliott.

Rose Parade
They asked me to come down and watch the parade
And to march down the street like the duracell bunny
With a wink and a wave from the cavalcade
Throwing out candy that looks like money
To people passing by that all seem to be going the other way
Said wont you follow me down to the rose parade?
Tripped over a dog in a choke-chain collar
People were shouting and pushing and saying
And when I traded a smoke for a food stamp dollar
A ridiculous marching band started playing
And got me singing along with some half-hearted victory song
Wont you follow me down to the rose parade?
Wont you follow me down to the rose parade?
Wont you follow me down to the rose parade?
The trumpet has obviously been drinking
Because hes fucking up even the simplest lines
Id say its a sight thats quite worth seeing
Its just that everyones interest is stronger than mine
And when they clean the street Ill be the only shit thats left behind
Wont you follow me down to the rose parade?
Wont you follow me down to the rose parade?
Wont you follow me down to the rose parade?