Elliot Smith died at 34. Deppression. Drugs. Suicide. He wrote two songs that I really like "Miss Misery" and "Needle In The Hay". Here are the lyrics for the second one.

Your hand on his arm
the hay stack charm around your neck
strung out and thin
calling some friend trying to cash some check
he's acting dumb
that's what you've come to expect
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
he's wearing yr clothes
head down to toes a reaction to you
you say you know what he did
but you idiot kid
you don't have a clue
sometimes they just get caught in the eye
you're pulling him through
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
now on the bus
nearly touching this dirty retreat
falling out 6th and powell a dead sweat in my teeth
gonna walk walk walk
four more blocks plus the one in my brain
down downstairs to the man
he's gonna make it all OK
i can't beat myself
i can't beat myself
and i don't want to talk
i'm taking the cure so i can be quiet
whenever i want
so leave me alone
you ought to be proud that i'm getting good marks
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
needle in the hay

Aside from that woke up with a feeling of longing for this friend of mine that I'm talking to. She's really nice and sweet. I woke up today wishing she was here by my side. I mean I'm human and all, but the motive is not entirely sexual. I just wish she was by my side. That badly eh?

Anyway i'm off to see the doctor today and check out on my friend.