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Extremely lackluster cover of this being played at some fest in the park across the street.
Unfortunately it's not hot enough to justify closing the windows and turning on the AC.

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OK this hereby ends the sampling of the playlist!

Weed gummy incoming.

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Extremely lackluster cover of this being played at some fest in the park across the street.
Unfortunately it's not hot enough to justify closing the windows and turning on the AC.

This band was huge in the 90s, then it seemed like they disappeared. I did always like Darius Rucker's voice... 
Fkn dude across the street sounded like a soccer dad singing in the shower lol or what I assume that'd sound like.

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OK one final lame cover sample... but the guy's actually kinda rockin' this one! lol

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Tonight's sample of the cover band I'm listening to involuntarily. At least the guy's not even trying to sound like Billy Corgan... because how could you?

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Lol now they're playing this. A mellow version.

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Hello this is Dr. Grande. Today I will analyze the case of "Two Knights and Maidens"...

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1:39 I love it when dudes hair-flip when their hair is short, and Bob is the outright master of that form. 

"When you're around me I'm somebody else..."

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You were caught in the crossfire 
Of childhood and stardom
Blown on the steel breeze
Come on, you target 
For faraway laughter
Come on, you stranger
You legend
You martyr
And shine

You reached for the secret too soon
You cried for the Moon

Shine on, you crazy diamond

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Thurston fucking Moore, tho. Can we just... take a moment? 



"I've been around the world a million times
And all you men are slime."


Stephen Malkmus, I see you. Yes. You're there. And amazing.

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Here's a new set of words for this forum: The Silver fucking Jews. RIP, David Berman, one of the all-time great lyricists. I hope you're happy, man, somewhere out there, out there, out there, somewhere. I love you, Buddy. I miss you so much. I hope there is some way in hell or heaven or high/low water I can see you again, sweet brother. Be remembered, always and into the long darkness. You are the light. 



In 1984 I was hospitalized for approaching perfection.
Slowly screwing my way across Europe, they had to make a correction.

Broken and smokin' 
Where the infrared deer 
Plunged in the digital snake.

I tell you
They make it so you can't shake hands 
When they make your hands shake.

I know you like to line dance
Everything so democratic and cool
But baby there's no guidance 
When random rules.

I know that a lot of what I say 
Has been lifted off of men's room walls
Maybe I've crossed the wrong rivers 
And walked down all the wrong halls.

But nothing can change the fact 
That we used to share a bed
And that's why it scared me so 
When you turned to me and said:
"Yeah, you look like someone
Yeah, you look like someone who up and left me low
Boy, you look like someone I used to know."

I know you like to line dance
Everything so democratic and cool,
But baby there's no guidance 
When random rules.

I asked the painter why the roads are colored black
He said, "Steve, it's because people leave
and no highway will bring them back."
So, if you don't want me, I promise not to linger,
But before I go, I've gotta ask you, dear
About the tan line on your ring finger.

No one should have two lives,
Now you know my middle names are "wrong" and "right."

Honey? 
We've got two lives to give tonight.

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Oh, David. 
Your eyes are like the silver markings of a new surprise
Long after your
Demise
Did you really
Kill yourself
Did you
Did you
Really?
I can't see it.
A man so filled with the man who can be it
I just can't see it

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People used to bitch so much that David Berman was Stephen Malkmus with the pitch slowed down, that David would refer to himself as "Steve" in his songs.

And then he killed himself.

They were not the same person.

Elliot Smith also killed himself. He jammed a massive steak knife into his heart, right? Can you imagine? Can you imagine plunging a large knife into your heart? Nah. He was murdered. 

A lesser musician killed him--killed Elliot to take his energy, along with Kurt--and then, as a consequence, produced nothing but absolute fucking trash; garbage; swill; shit. Shite. This little Australian cunt, bitch, fool, joke, clown, stole the lives of rich and sumptuous artists with the idea that their prowess and energy would transfer to his sorry ass, and in the duration between their deaths and this current age, he has illustrated what a talentless sack of shit he is, and i hope he dies slowly. Seriously. Fuck you, man. You watched too much David Lynch and took his laws too seriously, and you are an abhorrent pile of NOTHING. I hope to God that you end up on some forensics program for all of your evil and vile activity. That will be your only claim to fame. 

But for now? Elliot fucking Smith: 



Next door, the TV's flashing
Blue frames on the wall
It's a comedy of errors, you see
It's about taking a fall
To vanish into oblivion
It's easy to do
And I try to be, but you know me
I come back when you want me to.

FUCK.

God please salvage, protect and hold to your beyond-words bosom the soul and goodness of Elliot Smith, and let him evolve and move forward as you see fit.

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