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hewhocannotbenamed:

Elliott Smith. This dude could write a fucking melody.

I miss you, Elliott.
Had a listening party in your honor yesterday.
Hope you’re jamming up there with Kurdt, or at the very least, talking shit on your childhood with MJ.

hewhocannotbenamed:

Elliott Smith. This dude could write a fucking melody.

I miss you, Elliott.

Had a listening party in your honor yesterday.

Hope you’re jamming up there with Kurdt, or at the very least, talking shit on your childhood with MJ.



Most Thankful for This Guy.

Hope you’re eating some bomb ham in heaven, elliott.

Most Thankful for This Guy.

Hope you’re eating some bomb ham in heaven, elliott.



Elliott Smith - Son of Sam (Live on Conan O’ Brien on NBC)



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alaskamiller:

jaimeleigh:

Elliott Smith, Twilight

For Jay



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littlewhiskey:

sometimesagreatnotion:

Between the Bars - Elliott Smith

(live in Stockholm, Sweden, 6.2.98)



You’re Just Somebody That I USed To Know


You don’t need my help anymore

It’s all now to you, there ain’t no before

Now that you’re big enough to run your own show

You’re just somebody that i used to know

- Sir Elliott Smith of Smithland



sometimesagreatnotion:

Angeles - Elliott Smith

(Yo-Yo A Go-Go Festival in Olympia, WA on 7/17/1999)



Now that you’re big enough to run your own show

You’re just somebody that I used to know. 

(Source: riot-succeeds)



I know it’s totally and 100% blasphemous to think of someone human as a G-d, or to even write GOD, which I have been doing without the hyphen lately, but shit howdy, Elliott Smith is a Guitar God, and there’s no other way to put it.
Guy sings out out of key better than most sing in key. 
Guy plays the most intricate melodies and chords, it’s nearly impossible to play any of his songs unless your Evan Weiss or Jimmy Page. Although he sings about heroin and lost love and broken hearts, it’s so pretty!
It’s been seven years since his death and there’s still nobody in the game like Elliott Smith. HOORAY for Elliott.
Also, for all you non-fans, a great collection just came out. It’s basically an introductory lesson to Elliott’s music. However, if you’re really interested, I will send you my ultimate Elliott Smith mix, which I compiled after FROM A BASEMENT ON THE HILL came out, shortly after his death. However, I would suggest starting with XO if you are a new fan.
Ok — no more death talk! It’s the holidays!

I know it’s totally and 100% blasphemous to think of someone human as a G-d, or to even write GOD, which I have been doing without the hyphen lately, but shit howdy, Elliott Smith is a Guitar God, and there’s no other way to put it.

Guy sings out out of key better than most sing in key. 

Guy plays the most intricate melodies and chords, it’s nearly impossible to play any of his songs unless your Evan Weiss or Jimmy Page. Although he sings about heroin and lost love and broken hearts, it’s so pretty!

It’s been seven years since his death and there’s still nobody in the game like Elliott Smith. HOORAY for Elliott.

Also, for all you non-fans, a great collection just came out. It’s basically an introductory lesson to Elliott’s music. However, if you’re really interested, I will send you my ultimate Elliott Smith mix, which I compiled after FROM A BASEMENT ON THE HILL came out, shortly after his death. However, I would suggest starting with XO if you are a new fan.

Ok — no more death talk! It’s the holidays!



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Elliott Smith - Everything Reminds Me Of Her

*This is a classic from the MjH record archive of sad bastard music. Handle with caution.