Let Me Take You Home

Featuring the excellent Liam Ryan of The Riptide Movement on trumpet duties.

Recorded & mixed in my living room in Finglas.
Mastered by Fergal Davis.

:...LYRICS...:

Dublin was a slum
I know 
For some
When they were young
But I am just another one
Concerned with
The consistency of mud from which we've grown
The pretty girls that I have known
The greediness that binds the bones
Of everyone I've ever loved
And ever will learn to love

Folks who'd criticise
The horror film I call my life
Would half be wrong
And half be right
But I have always pitied those
Who fail to see
That all beauty is born
In the hearts of those who try
Yes
I am just another crybaby
Searching for a spotlight
In the dark
And in your eyes

Even those closest to me
Wince in my company
Living in some sort of
Abject poverty
Everything that you need
Don't you dare come to me
'Cause self sufficiency's in
Short supply

Worshipping big names
But "too intelligent" for fame
Yes I avoid video games
For fear of
Wasting a second of the day
But when it's done
I'm just another bastard son
Broken finger on a trigger
Of a gun I've held since day one
Day one

I am on the verge of a mistake
I never learn
To love the bandage
Not the burn
To take the
The slow release and not the rush
Don't think too much
The flashing lights and the
Unce unce unce
The fleshy dance and burning bush
I am conversing with a 
Vacancy in the clouds

Even those closest to me
Wince in my company
Can you believe it
Such a tragedy
So everything that you need
Don't you dare come to me
'Cause self sufficiency's in
Short supply

It's in short supply.

Even those closest to me
Wince in my company
Can you believe it's such
A mystery to me
Everything that you need
Don't you dare come to me
'Cause self sufficiency's in
Short supply

Dublin was a slum
But on the western side of town
They took communion on their tongues
And prayed to
Some sacred saviour from above
For all he'd done
For all the misery to come
And here am I cursing someone
For misdemeanours carried out
In the name of
Damaged love 

Short Supply

Producer of the Elliott Smith documentary "Heaven Adores You', Kevin Moyer, and Elliott's friend James Clark came in to share stories, about Elliott, his approach to writing lyrics and creating music. Plus a bonus little tiny gem uncovered from Elliott's kid-days and possibly the first time he penned lyrics at 14. Check out "Ocean" at approx 32:00 in. 

Friends of Elliott Smith In-Studio

A Calendar Life

Me, Myself And The Scurvy Knave

The White Lady Loves You More

Evening ever

©2012 Luke Murphy
Recorded with Audacity and an SM58

I love you with all my brick on a chain

there are places you won't go
people you don't know
you're facing the moon
pulling tides for you

can you feel it 
I want to be it
sat there alone
the night's only light



nanaki

staircase is full 
where will you land
head in the clouds 
feet on the ground

if you feel the same

I don't care what you've done
anyway it looked like fun and I miss it
I don't have the will to break
like the movements that I make
when my number's called

going to ask me now
here it comes

hooked on little spikes 
pulling at your skin
I'll help you out 
which way did you come in

if you feel the same

I don't care what you've done
anyway it looked like fun and I miss it
I don't have the will to break
like the movements that I make
when my number's called

Let Me Take You Home

Paul Clancy