I have never written a song about making sweet sweet loving....this is what happens when it I can't stop thinking about the best thing that has ever happened to me.

We can turn the lights down low
Turn the music up so nobody knows
about the purrs, the screams and the moans
Coming through your room

And I need you so bad
that I've lost self control
We can take it hard and fast
or we can move soft and slow
I can love you like a gentleman
or tie you to the posts
I need you
I need you through the night

I need to feel your teeth in my neck
your hair in my hands
and your nails down my back
we can talk real dirty
about the things we'll regret
and never regret them at all

And I need you so bad
that I've lost self control
We can take it hard and fast
or we can move soft and slow
I can love you like a gentleman
or tie you to the posts
I need you
I need you through the night

Its the end of the world as I know it (and I feel drunk)

I was writing songs outside of the Lostwood House. My friend Dan told us that while he was at the liquor store, a guy walked in a yelled that he wanted "pickled pigs feet and Goldschlagger." He said I should throw it into a song. I decided it would make a fun intro.

I was having one of those days. You know the kind where you pray for a comet to race out of the sky and destroy the earth. Not really hiding too much in this one...not that I ever really do.

Pickled Pigs Feet

Goldschlagger

I've got a book of food stamps

Long since expired

Like the milk in my fridge

Like my hope for humanity

God I know that humanity

Will never listen

I want to watch it end

I want to watch it burn

While listening to R.E.M.

And forgetting all the words

Well I'm praying for a wave

That's tidal, blue and true

Something big enough

to wash away

all the debt that I've accrued

Take the stories from the bars

That were close but not the truth

All the hope for true love

and the hearts that I've abused

I want to watch it end

I want to watch it burn

While singing along to REM

and forgetting all the words

I want to watch it end

I want to watch it burn

While listening to REM

and forgetting all the words

(Its the end of the world as we know it, Its the end of the world as we know it, Its the end of

world as we know it and I feel fine...)

From the Pacific to the Rockies

It is currently dumping snow outside.

I was in San Diego today looking at a couple culinary schools and now I am at 5000 ft in the Wasatch mountains of Utah.

I thought I was just going to sit around and watch Heros tonight...things sure can change at a moments notice.

I'm going to build a snowman and smoke a cigarette in the clean mountain air when I wake up.

Good night.

And now a song about Elliot Smith

I wrote a song about Elliot Smith.....

I just can't go on

with this song in my head

the words end up wrong

when your sick in you bed

I'll be the punchline

to my own joke when I'm dead

Elliot Smith
Elliot Smith

Elliot Smith

I was stabbed

ninteen times

thirteen times

yeah three times

whichever story

you choose is just fine

as long as I'm remembered

with your last drink of wine

Elliot Smith

Elliot Smith

Elliot Smith

I wanna die

Like a samurai

I wanna die

Like a samurai

I wanna die

I wanna die

I wanna die

Elliot Smith

Elliot Smith

Elliot Smith