Light Up My Room

A hydro field cuts through my neighborhood
Somehow that always just made me feel good
I can put a spare bulb in my hand
And light up my yard

Late at night when the wires in the walls
Sing in tune with the din of the falls
I'm conducting it all while I sleep
To light this whole town

If you question what I would do
To get over and be with you
Lift you up over everything
To light up my room

There’s a shopping cart in the ravine
Foam on the creek is like pop and ice cream
A field full of tires that is always on fire
To light my way home

There are luxuries we can’t afford
But in our house we never get bored
Cause we can dance to the radio station
That plays in our teeth

If you question what I would do
To get over and be with you
Lift you up over everything
To light up my room
My room

I loved this song long before I ever knew what it meant.
It made me love Home.

Just Add Alcohol

I read somewhere that Elliot Smith used to 'get inspiration in bars'. I'm confused as to whether that means he gets inspiration in bars (as in where alcohol is sold) or bars (as in the musical term 'bars').

I think that latter is far more beautiful. It's as if inspiration comes from somewhere, from some invisible source. In little packets. That roughly correspond to a musical bar. To all those that struggle to speak in one dimension.

That's kinda what music is. Speaking in two-dimensions. Or three. Or many. Depending on how deep you let a song into your soul.

I prefer that to sitting over your third shot of tequilla, edging towards that magical point where you're drunk enough to be honest and sober enough to muster enough hand-eye coordination to write.

'Just add alcohol' inspiration.