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Published on Dec 27, 2008
This was a song Ben Folds composed in memory of Elliott Smith. Folds played a few shows with him. Rest in peace.
Under some dirty words on a dirty wall Eating takeout by myself I played the shows Got back in the van and put the walkman on And you were playing In some other dive a thousand miles away I played a thousand times before And like pathetic stars, the truck stops and the rock club walls I always knew You saw them too But you never will again
It's too late Don't you know It's been too late For a long time
Elliott, man, you played a fine guitar And some dirty basketball The songs you wrote Got me through a lot Just wanna tell you that
Oh no Things were looking up Least that's what I heard Oh no Someone came and washed away your hard-earned Peace of mind
When desperate static beats the silence up A quiet truth to calm you down The songs you wrote Got me through a lot Just wanna tell you that