My Five Year Old Sings Elliott Smith

I got a USB input for my mic and pre-amp today and had my five-year-old Twin B test it for me by singing along with Smith's Christian Brothers. The eponymous first album is one of those CDs I listen to constantly, and it's been that way for a long time. So she knows it. She even knows what parts she's not supposed to say. "I'm not going to sing that 'fucking' part, OK?"

No bad dream fucker's gonna boss me around
Christian brothers gonna take him down
But it can't help me get over
Don't be cross
It's sick what I want
I've seen the boss blink on and off
Fake concerns is what's the matter, man
And you think I ought to shake your motherfucking hand
Well I know how much you care
Don't be cross
It's sick what I want
I've seen the boss blink on and off
Come here by me, I want you here
Nightmares become me, it's so fucking clear
Nightmares become me, it's so fucking clear

You should see her do Needle in the Hay. Below is Smith doing Waltz #2 on Swedish TV. It's appallingly gorgeous.