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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elliott Smith
Elliott Smith
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elliott Smith
Elliott Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elliott Smith
Elliott Smith
Producer
Tony Lash
Tony Lash
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue 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 outta you She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue The fairgrounds lit A drunk man sits 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 he could do And it'll make a whisper outta 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 lightbulb 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 outta 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
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