"Quand un salon littéraire devient un boudoir pour dames"
11 Avril 2009



Scenes from the Life and Art of Elliott Smith
by S. R. Shutt
He waved hello,
Started like a mile,
We met-- There's no
Changing my mind,
I won't walk the
Stairs with you tonight
Goin' nowhere
The clock moved a
Quarter of a turn
The time it took
a cigarette to burn
She said, You got
A lot of things to learn
Goin' nowhere
I saw you move
A certain way
I missed you a lot:
I turned to this
Damned place
Shoulda been forgot
Echoes drown our
Conversation out
Echoes that only
Seem to bring about
A silent expression
Easy when allowed
Goin' nowhere
The steps made a pattern
I had never seen
I felt like a kid of
Six or seventeen
Flowers off in some
Empty daydream
Goin' nowhere
It's dead and gone
Matter of fact
It may be for the best,
It sets you, frees you
Can't take back
Honestly I guess
The old records
Sitting on the floor
The ones I can't
Put on any more
He walked over
To her like before
Goin' nowhere
Goin' nowhere
Goin' nowhere