Elliott Smith - Condor Ave lyrics
[Elliott Smith - Condor Ave lyrics]
She took the Oldsmobile out
Past Condor Avenue
And she locked the car and
Slipped past into rhythmic quietude
Lights burning, voice dry and hoarse
I threw the screen door like
A bastard back and forth
The chimes fell over each other
I fell onto my knees
The sound of the car driving
Off made me feel diseased
A sick shouting like you
Hear at the fairground
Now I'm picking up to put away
Anything of yours that's still around
I don't know what to do with
Your clothes or your letters
It'll make a whisper out of you
She took the Oldsmobile out
Past Condor Avenue the fairground's lit
A drunk man sit's by the
Gate she's driving through
Got his hat tipped bottle back
In between his teeth
Looks like he's buried in the
Sand at the beach
I can't think about you driving
Off to leave barely awake
To take a little nap while
The road is straight
I wish that car had never been discovered
They took away the bottle and
The hat he was under
That's the one thing that he could never do
And it'll make a whisper out of you
She took the Oldsmobile out
Past Condor Avenue
Cops were running around the scene looking
For some kind of clue
They never get uptight when
A moth gets crushed
Unless a light bulb really
Loved him very much i'm lying down
Blowing smoke from my cigarette
Little whisper smoke signs that
You'll never get
You're in your Oldsmobile driving by the moon
Headlights burning bright ahead of you
And someone's burning out
Out on Condor Avenue
Trying to make a whisper out of you
What a shitty thing to say
Did you really mean it?
You never said a word to me
About what passed between us
So now I'm leaving you alone
You can do whatever the hell you want to
Na, na na na na na
Past Condor Avenue
And she locked the car and
Slipped past into rhythmic quietude
Lights burning, voice dry and hoarse
I threw the screen door like
A bastard back and forth
The chimes fell over each other
I fell onto my knees
The sound of the car driving
Off made me feel diseased
A sick shouting like you
Hear at the fairground
Now I'm picking up to put away
Anything of yours that's still around
I don't know what to do with
Your clothes or your letters
It'll make a whisper out of you
She took the Oldsmobile out
Past Condor Avenue the fairground's lit
A drunk man sit's by the
Gate she's driving through
Got his hat tipped bottle back
In between his teeth
Looks like he's buried in the
Sand at the beach
I can't think about you driving
Off to leave barely awake
To take a little nap while
The road is straight
I wish that car had never been discovered
They took away the bottle and
The hat he was under
That's the one thing that he could never do
And it'll make a whisper out of you
She took the Oldsmobile out
Past Condor Avenue
Cops were running around the scene looking
For some kind of clue
They never get uptight when
A moth gets crushed
Unless a light bulb really
Loved him very much i'm lying down
Blowing smoke from my cigarette
Little whisper smoke signs that
You'll never get
You're in your Oldsmobile driving by the moon
Headlights burning bright ahead of you
And someone's burning out
Out on Condor Avenue
Trying to make a whisper out of you
What a shitty thing to say
Did you really mean it?
You never said a word to me
About what passed between us
So now I'm leaving you alone
You can do whatever the hell you want to
Na, na na na na na