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Rating: This year I did POPO and I'm happy.
No, I haven't solved constipation problems (fortunately unknown to me); simply, after last year's Iceland, this time it was the turn of the combo POland and POrtugal.
If a year ago the holiday destination offered enticing music choices, the same cannot be said for the summer just gone.
It's fine that I listen to crappy music (and for many the reason for the trip) in
Poland will reinforce this idea), but after hearing metal bands singing in Polish, the desire to search for some native band vanished in a nanosecond.
In Portugal, it actually didn't go better: it seems Portuguese music is only fado or its
derivations, and personally I find it unbearable, since suicidal tendencies are a concept foreign to me and I already have the rest of the year to get depressed, so at least I'd like to spare myself during the vacation.
So what's Elliott Smith got to do with it?
Nothing, or rather, I saw this CD in Porto and, remembering one of the most heartfelt reviews I've read, I decided to give it a listen.
I liked it a lot, and therefore I recommend it, unless good Elliott was also doing drugs while playing: my listening was forcibly limited to the classic "minute per song" of FNAC chains, so eventual drops in class in subsequent minutes of each track I can’t signal...
So I slap a nice 5 on it, and while I'm at it, throw in some random insults (like user Pasquale Sofficino has bad breath and his sister grazes grass) and sprinkle some "k"s here and there, because they tell me that now, to be "chic" and alternative, it's done this way, and I want to (re?)become popular on Debaser.
In conclusion, I'm happy I did POPO and the first minute of the songs on this Elliott Smith album is beautiful.
Now I say goodbye, I'm off to create a dozen fakes to spam some other review: the crappy review is over, go in peace.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Angel in the Snow (02:38)
i'd say you make a perfect
angel in the snow
all crushed out on the way you are
better stop before it goes too far
don't you know that i love you
sometimes i feel like only a cold still life
that fell down here to lay beside you
don't you know that i love you
sometimes i feel like only a cold still life
only a frozen still life
that fell down here to lay beside you
08 All Cleaned Out (02:57)
Here come your pride and joy
The comic little drunk
You call your boy
Making everybody smile
Who takes your pretty plan
And then becomes a disappearing man
After a little while
I saw you with your make-up running down
Now what’s that all about
You say you don’t want anyone around
Cause you’re all cleaned out
You toss the empty beer
Not really as composed as you appear
An icicle inside
Wearing clothes that clash
Wondering is this treasure, is this trash
Still trying to decide
About 5 o'clock here comes your clown
With the foot he’s throwing down
But all you say is you don’t want anyone around
Come not right now
There ain’t nothing to dream
You don’t want to think about it
I’m sorry you seem so stumped
And I’m sorry you think you have to hold your tongue
When your so pretty and smart
I’m seeing you caving in
Becoming afraid of all these men
That you’ve given your heart
I saw you with your make up running down
Now what’s that all about
You say you don’t want anyone around
Cause you’re cleaned out
All cleaned out
All cleaned out
12 Thirteen (02:43)
Won't you let me walk you home from school?
Won't you let me meet you at the pool?
Maybe Friday I can
Get tickets for the dance
And I'll take you
Oh, oh, oh
Won't you tell your dad to get off my back?
Tell him what we said about "Paint It Black"
Rock and roll is here to stay
Come inside now, it's ok
And I'll shake you
Oh, oh, oh
Won't you tell me what you're thinking of?
Would you be an outlaw for my love?
If it's so then let me know
If it's no then I can go
And I won't make you
Oh, oh, oh
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By CrazyMary
This record seems to have been currently recorded by him, as if, having returned for a moment among the living, he said 'thank you for everything' to all those who listened to him.
It is in all this that one notices the beauty and intimacy of the music, unlike the mega-recordings of current groups that seem to be the main concern for a good record.
