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You see control can never be a means to any practical end. … Control can never be a means to anything but more control … like Junk.
William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch
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I’ve got a date with a ethylphenidate.
Elliott Smith, Jon Brion and Brad Mehldau in a lost TV pilot
Son of Sam (Elliott Smith) @ 2:56
Independence Day (Elliott Smith) @ 6:57
Bottle Up and Explode (Elliott Smith) @ 10:22
Everything Means Nothing to Me (Elliott Smith) @ 14:04
Waterloo Sunset (The Kinks, Ray Davies) @ 18:22
Jealous Guy (John Lennon) @ 22:30
Trouble (Jon Brion) @ 27:35
Nightime (Big Star, Alex Chilton) @ 32:10
Happiness (Elliott Smith) @ 35:22
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