Can't Make a Sound

Clichéd as it is, the only way I can say what I'm feeling without going into too much detail better saved for close conversation, is to put this song up. It's pretty lost, and so am I... I didn't ever mean for this blog to be sad like this but there you go.... sorry?



Can't Make a Sound
Elliott Smith

I have become a silent movie
The hero killed the clown

Can’t make a sound

Nobody knows what he’s doing
Still hanging around

Can’t make a sound

The slow motion moves me
The monologue means nothing to me

Bored in a role, but he can’t stop
Standing up to sit back down
And lose the one thing found
Spinning the world like a toy top
Till there’s a ghost in every town

Can’t make a sound

Eyes locked and shining
Can’t you tell me what’s happening?

Why should you want any other, when you’re a world within a world?