I'm listening to Some Song right now, off the brilliant Needle in the Hay 7" (still my favorite Smith release). The odd thing about Smith for me, though, is that I don't consider myself to be a geniune, full-fledged fan...and yet I have some moments and some memories that are always going to be entwined with his songs...he was just that kind of musician.
Anyway, as I've been typing this, I've dropped the needle three times...and I'm still getting chills.
Some Song
It's a junkie dream makes you so uptight,
yeah it's halloween tonight and every night.
See you scratch your skin,
your sandpaper throat â??
you're a symphony, man, with one fucking note.
How they beat you up week after week,
and when you grow up you're going to be a freak.
Want a violent girl who's not scared of anything...
Help me kill my time,
'cause I'll never be fine.
Help me kill my time.
You went down to look at old Dallas town,
where you must be sick just to hang around.
Seen it on TV how to kill your man,
then like Gacy's scene a canvas in your hand.
You better call your mom, she's out looking for you
in the jail and the army and the hospital too.
But those people there couldn't do anything for you.
Help me kill my time,
'cause I'll never be fine.
Help me kill my time,
help me kill my time,
help me kill my time,
'cause I'll never be fine.
Help me kill my time.