He released 5 albums in his lifetime, as well one posthumous record, From a Basement on the Hill, which was not fully complete at the time of his death in 2003. All of his work was released to much critical acclaim, particularly the albums Figure 8 and Either/Or.
On October 21, 2003 Elliott was pronounced dead due to a knife wound through his chest. He spent much of his life battling substance abuse and depression, which led many to believe the wound was self-inflicted. A note was left, as well, but due to what could be seen as defense wounds, his death was never officially declared a suicide. His girlfriend, Jennifer Chiba, was present at the time of his death, as the two were in the midst of an arguement. She stated that she ran into the bathrom and locked the door when she heard a scream. When she came out, Elliott was standing with the knife in his chest, which Chiba claims she pulled out. However police have considered that she may have been more involved in his death than she has stated. The investigation is ongoing, even though practically no new evidence has come to light since 2003.
Roman Candle (July 14, 1994)
Elliott Smith (July 21, 1995)
Either/Or (February 25, 1997)
XO (August 25, 1998)
Figure 8 (April 18, 2000)
From a Basement on the Hill (October 19, 2004)
He started out as an indie singer in Portland, but gained more recognition when Gus Van Sant decided to use some of his songs from his 1997 album called "Either/Or" (which is probably his best album). Smith also wrote a song for the movie called "Miss Misery," which earned him an Academy Award nomination. Unfortunately, he lost to Celine Dion (It was the "Titanic" year).
Sadly, Smith took his own life in Fall of 2003 by plunging a knife to his heart. He was 34.
Smith has done 6 albums; "Roman Candle," self-titled album "Elliott Smith," "Either/Or," "XO," "Figure 8" and a posthumous release called "From a Basement on a Hill."
Dominoes falling in a chain reaction
The scraping subject ruled by fear told me
Whiskey works better than beer
The judge is on vinyl, decisions aren't final
And nobody gets a reprieve
And every wave is tidal
If you hang around you're going to get wet
I can't prepare for death any more than I already have
All you can do now is watch the shells
The game looks easy, that's why it sells
Frustrated fireworks inside your head
Are going to stand and deliver dark instead
The method acting that pays my bills
Keeps the fat man feeding in Beverly Hills
I got a heavy metal mouth, it hurls obscenity
And I get my check from the trash treasury
Because I took my own insides out
It don't matter cause I have no sex life
And all I wanna do now is inject my ex wife
I've seen the movie
And I know what happens
It's Christmas time
And the needle's on the tree
A skinny Santa is bringing something to me
His voice is overwhelming
But his speech is slurred
And I only understand every other word
Open your parachute and grab your gun
Float down like an omen, a setting sun
Read the part and return at five
It's a hell of a role if you can keep it alive
But I don't care if I fuck up
I'm going on a date
With a rich white lady
Ain't life great?
Gi'me one good reason not to do it
(Because We love you)
So do it.
This is the place where time reverses
And dead men talk to all the pretty nurses
Instruments shine on a silver tray
Don't let me get carried away
by, Elliott Smith