Eliot

Eliot

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Sin

Written By: Eliot

Didn't know I was holding my hands up for your investigation. I didn't know I offended you by being here, my own mutation. I don't see a reason to pretend that I like it. I don't fight it. I'm rotten. I'm dirty like the water that you flush beneath you. I've gotten to be this way by my own determination to decay. In your practical land, a castrated animal I am. Throwing all my childhood garbage out the window of my storage bin, living in sin. Yesterday it seemed like you were here. This will be the day I choke on last night's crystal resin tear. I fear I'm holding on to some foolish alibi, living a lie. Cemetery garden perennials are a colorful invitation. Wishing I could fly through the windshield like a kid in a roller-coaster line. I'm waiting in line. I don't like it. I don't fight it. I'm rotten. Dirty, like the water that you flush beneath you. I've gotten to be this way by my own determination to decay. In your practical land, a castrated animal I am. Throwing all my childhood garbage out the window of my storage bin, living in sin. Yesterday it seemed like you were here. This will be the day I choke on last night's crystal resin tear. I fear I'm holding on to some foolish alibi, living a lie.

Look At Me Now

Written By: Eliot

Here comes your morning, lighting up the night before. And the love lying restless beside you used to be much more. But you don't remember 'cause the memory wouldn't serve you well. And there's not much promise in reality so you don't have to tell yourself the truth - 'cause the truth seems like a lie to you. You just keep on running from yourself till yourself comes running after you.

I don't know what I was thinking. Look at me now. I thought the whole thing was a bad dream but I woke up next to you. Now I wash my life down with my coffee, make a smoke screen with my cigarette. Where did all the years go? I wish I was a kid again and know what I know now.

Well is it Monday already? It seems like the weekend slipped away from me. Or did I slip away to keep from losing my self-control again? I think I'm sinking down. Man, I got to get a grip. I got to get a hold of myself. Look at all these lines on my face. What am I doing in this place where the truth seems like a lie to me? I just keep on running from myself till myself comes running after me.

I don't know what I was thinking. Look at me now. I wish the whole thing was a bad dream but I wake up with myself. And I wash my life down with my bourbon, make a smoke screen with my cigarette. Where did all the dreams go? I wish I was a kid again and know what I know now... know now.

Waiting for an answer or just for time to ring the bell, or until I think of something else to do but I don't do that very well. I keep starving and pacing and killing days to pass the years, hanging pride out like a bed sheet, boasting stains of faded fears. Everything's dried up here. The only color left is blue - on the wings of hungry birds flying over the memories of you.

I don't know what I was thinking. Look at me now. I thought the whole thing was a bad dream but I woke up next to you. And I wash my life down with my coffee, make a smoke screen with my cigarette. Where did all the years go? I wish I was a kid again and know what I know.

I don't know what I was thinking. Look at me now. I wish the whole thing was a bad dream but I wake up with myself. And I wash my life down with my bourbon, make a smoke screen with my cigarette. Where did all the years go? I wish I was a kid again and know what I know now. What I know now. What I know now. What I know now.

Angel

Written By: Eliot

In the darkness there is nothing. In the cold of life and love forgotten, I am as I am not. But flesh and bones is my soul imprisoned and I cannot touch the light. And so I cannot be without the sweet wine of your innocence. Yet I despise the power which keeps me bound and apart from you. For you are the light I long to embrace and I am the dark you seek to abandon. And this is the world we know as Hell. And in you is that which is Heaven. That which is love. And here is the illusion of millions of years between us. Where I am there is no such time. There is nothing between us. You are the earth. I am the seas. This is a world of mystery. Don't forget me in the morning. Don't forsake me when you pray. Fear the darkness. Hear the warning. You can't hold me to the light of day. You are my love. I am forbidden. Don't forget me in the morning. Don't forsake me when you pray. Fear the darkness. Hear the warning. You can't hold me to the light of day. You can keep my love for me. I know where you are. You can keep my soul for me. I will find you. I will find you. In the darkness there is nothing. In the cold of life and love forgotten, I am as I am not. But flesh and bones is my soul imprisoned and I cannot touch the light. And so I cannot be without the sweet wine of your innocence. Yet I despise the power which keeps me bound and apart from you. For you are the light I long to embrace and I am the dark you seek to abandon. And this is the world we know as Hell. And in you is that which is Heaven.

Pictures

Written By: Eliot

Of all the pictures that I keep of you, there's one that makes me want to stay 'cause you don't look so proud, congenial, but down right lonely. You were looking down at something menial. It used to be me but something else had captured you. Your smile - it melted to the ground. In a moment of silence - so rare. Not a trace of violence in your stare. It's my favorite picture. You never seem to make your own decisions. What do you think you're going to do without me? Do you even have your own intuition? Do you even have an image of me? I like the way we used to be in visions of my memory. And I know it's cliché to talk about us and what is gone, but it's here to stay, like pictures. You never seem to make your own decision. What do you think you're going to do without me? Do you even have your own intuition? Do you even have an image of me? And I know it's cliché to talk about us and what is gone, but it's here to stay, like pictures. You never seem to make your own decisions. What do you think you're going to do without me? Do you even have your own intuition? Do you even have an image of me? Of all the pictures that I keep of you, there's one that makes me want to stay 'cause you don't look so proud, congenial, but down right lonely. It's my favorite picture. Yeah, that's my favorite picture.

Better Times

Written By: Eliot

I and the sun took a train to better times and it rained all the way. Yes, it rained all day. So I and the sun took a rainbow home. Yes, I and the sun took a rainbow home.

Twenty Years

Written By: Eliot

What's it like where you're living? Do you still call it death? What's that chill I feel? I remember the day we met. You were stoned. So was I. I could make you laugh. Twenty years came like a bandit, stole you from your bike and it left me here singing this song for you. I can still hear you laughing at me that way, in your baggy blue jeans and blue flannel shirt, tattered. What would you like to say to me? Can you say it somehow? I am listening. Does this road you see me traveling on lead me to the end? To save your place again I'd lose my life and what life would I win? Twenty years came like a bandit, stole you from your bike and it left me here singing this song for you. Tell me, is it easier? Tell me, are you free again, like we were? Like we were. I gave you all my secrets. You kept them safe for me. Do you have any secrets? I went back to the little town we were strangled by and I tried to call you. I still call you.

Better Than This

Written By: Eliot

You who always called yourself an artist never has time for art much anymore. Taking relics from the boxes in your basement, putting them back up on the wall in the hall. The snow falls and it makes you feel inspired but it's so cold outside that the very thought of venturing is tired, so you curl up once again and wish you knew who you were then. Why did you do it? Why did you dream of being better than this? Why is it so much easier to give yourself away? Hey, where's that old picture of me? I was really headed for something great. Do you think it's too late? Maybe it's not too late. So you turn up the volume on the television, drowning out the past and all it's crazy ambition. There may be brighter days ahead of me. I still can way beyond the road I see. That's me.

Broken Glass

Written By: Eliot

I'm not beautiful. I'm not tall at all. I know you're there, but where? I cover myself and I go searching for pearls in the snow. What if I wait for the spring when everything's easier seen? I fuck the flowers in my head, burn the seeds. But I want you to know where I've been. Laughter I tumble within. Searching for pearls in the snow. She's not the only one, no. Lost everything and I want... I need to get back to moving in broken glass.

Discography

ALBUMS

Eliot

SINGLES

SIN
Music and Lyrics by Eliot.
Produced by Frank B. Montoya.
Recorded at Up In The Nite Music, Los Angeles for Nashville South Entertainment (NSE).
©2009 Eliot. All rights reserved.

LOOK AT ME NOW
Music by Eliot and Frank B. Montoya. Lyrics by Eliot.
Produced by Frank B. Montoya.
Recorded at Up In The Nite Music, Los Angeles for Nashville South Entertainment (NSE).
©2009 Eliot. All rights reserved.

ANGEL
Music by Eliot and Frank B. Montoya. Lyrics by Eliot.
Produced by Frank B. Montoya.
Recorded at Up In The Nite Music, Los Angeles for Nashville South Entertainment (NSE).
©2009 Eliot. All rights reserved.

PICTURES
Music by Eliot and Frank B. Montoya. Lyrics by Eliot.
Produced by Frank B. Montoya.
Recorded at Up In The Nite Music, Los Angeles for Nashville South Entertainment (NSE).
©2009 Eliot. All rights reserved.

TWENTY YEARS
Music by Eliot and Frank B. Montoya. Lyrics by Eliot.
Produced by Frank B. Montoya.
Recorded at Up In The Nite Music, Los Angeles for Nashville South Entertainment (NSE).
©2009 Eliot. All rights reserved.

BROKEN GLASS
Music by Eliot and Damien Rose. Lyrics by Eliot.
Produced by Frank B. Montoya.
Recorded at Up In The Nite Music, Los Angeles for Nashville South Entertainment (NSE).
©2009 Eliot. All rights reserved.

BETTER TIMES
Music and Lyrics by Eliot.
Produced by H. Delbrook and Tamitha Story.
Recorded at Dream Catcher Studios, Los Angeles.
©2009 Eliot. All rights reserved.

BETTER THAN THIS
Music and Lyrics by Eliot.
Produced by Sean Fodor.
Recorded at ME Studios, Los Angeles.
©2009 Eliot. All rights reserved.

SIN-ACOUSTIC VERSION
Music and Lyrics by Eliot.
©2009 Eliot. All rights reserved.

TWENTY YEARS-ACOUSTIC VERSION
Music by Eliot and Frank B. Montoya. Lyrics by Eliot.
Produced by Frank B. Montoya.
Recorded at Up In The Nite Music, Los Angeles for Nashville South Entertainment (NSE).
©2009 Eliot. All rights reserved.

BROKEN GLASS-ACOUSTIC VERSION
Music by Eliot and Damien Rose. Lyrics by Eliot.
©2009 Eliot. All rights reserved.