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Date Posted: 20:45:33 04/28/03 Mon
Author: Helen
Subject: Re: New Message Board Photo
In reply to: Rob Weingartner 's message, "Re: New Message Board Photo" on 12:41:11 04/28/03 Mon

I don't know, but Kurt seemed to knock almost everybody in rock and roll. He was a cosmic complainer. (Unlike Brian, who only knocked Elvis and Frank Sinatra that I remember.) Here's a Cobain lyric fest I dedicate to Brian Jones.
"Negative Creep"

This is out of our range... and it's grown
This is getting to be... drone
I'm a negative creep and I'm stoned

Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more

Yeah! Drone! Stoned!

"Aneurysm"


Come on over and do the twist, uh-huh
Overdo it and have a fit, uh-huh
Love you so much it makes me sick, uh-huh
Come on over and do the twist, uh-huh

Beat me outta me, beat up, beat up

Come on over and do the twist, uh-huh
Overdo it and have a fit, uh-huh
Love you so much it makes me sick, uh-huh
Come on over and shoot the shit, uh-huh

She keeps the perfect strain on my heart

"Turnaround"

Take a step outside yourself
And turn around
Take a look at who you are
It's pretty scary
So silly
It is revolting
You're not much
If you are anything

Take a step outside the city
And turn around
Take a look at what you are
It is revolting
You're really nowhere
So wasteful
So foolish
Poppycock

Who said don't look back?
Don't believe 'em
Go for that crazy sounding restaurant
Cause they're gonna try and get behind you
Don't you let them do it
You know what I'm talking about?
You hear me talking?
You hear me talking?

It's pretty scary, totally, it's so revolting

Take a step outside the country
And you turn around
Take a look at what you are
It is amazing
Take a good look
You're no big deal
You're so petty
It's a laugh

Take a step outside the planet
Turn around and around
Take a look at what you are
It's pretty scary

"Aero Zeppelin"

What's the season of love if you can't have everything?
What's the reason you're around if a crime means anything?
What's the meaning in a crime? It's a crime if anything
What's the meaning of love? It's grand, it's grand

How a culture comes again, it's a crime of yesterday
And you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyway
There's no need to talk to friends, nothin' new is everyday
You could shit upon the stairs, you'll be friends
You'll be friends [3X]

All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly
Should the siren irritate, keep it movin' equally
Not to know is just the fact, we're a problem nowadays
An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyway

All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly
Still the son will imitate, keep it fallin' equally
Not to know is just the facts, we're worse nowadays
An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyway

Hey? hey? hey? hey? hey? hey?

"Breed"

I don't care if I'm old
I don't mind if I don't have a mind
Get away, get away from your home
I'm afraid, I'm afraid of a ghost

Even if you have
Even if you need
I don't mean to stare
We don't have to breed
We can plant a house
We can build a tree
I don't even care
We could have all three
She said

"On A Plain"

I'll start this off without any words
I got so high that I scratched 'til I bled

I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?

The finest day that I ever had
Was when I learned to cry on command

I'm on a plain
I can't complain

My mother died every night
It's safe to say don't quote me on that

The black sheep got blackmailed again
Forgot to put on the zip code

Somewhere I have heard this before
In a dream my memory has stored
As a defense I'm neutered and spayed
What the hell am I trying to say

It is now time to make it unclear
To write off lines that don't make sense

One more special message to go
And then I'm done then I can go home

"Been A Son"

She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn the crown of thorns

She should have been a son

She should have stood out in the crowd
She should have made her mother proud
She should have fallen on her stance
She should have had another chance

She should have been a son

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