Kurt Donald Cobain (1967 – 1994)
Lead singer, songwriter, and guitarist of the American grunge band, Nirvana.
Kurt Cobain's rich as fuck
He's buried in the ground.
Birds...scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the truth. They know the truth. Screaming bloody murder all over the world in our ears, but sadly we don't speak bird. [p. 224]
Way out in Seattle
Young Kurt Cobain
Snuck out to the greenhouse
Put a bullet in his brain.
Kurt's wounds were so deep that when the music floated to the surface after being filtered through his soul, it was incorporeal.
Where did you sleep last night
With the angels locked up tight
Love was his only light
Did she have another one?
Hard luck god, he never had a chance, you know.
Incurable romantics never do.
Everything I love the most get taken away. My momma and music is next.
And if that happens before I turn 28. Then I'm going out with Kurt Cobain.
OK, you trained monkeys, everybody jump up and down. Let's bring back the good old pogo!
Get your brains bashed in so bad
You gone have Kurt Cobain asking
To autograph a bloodstained napkin.
A couple weeks ago, one of my students gave me a mixed tape of Kurt Cobain and there was a version of "Black Girl" of great artistry. Great vocal control and subtlety, it's almost as good as Leadbelly's.
The whole world was crying when Kurt's gun went bang
When Eazy-E died though, it wasn't no thang
Rapper dies of A.I.D.S. but you hardly mention
Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend.
They (Extreme) surround themselves with these professional, dickhead, commercial rock and roll guys...when they show up at an airport, their manager runs ahead of them and yells at the people greeting them, 'No video! We want a path straight to the van! We don't want any pictures taken!' Y'know, I'm like, "So what?"
Some believe that you are God,
Others say you were an idiot.
But I only see a good, sad man,
Whose name was K. Cobain.
Come as you are, as you were
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as a known enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don't be late.
I'm so happy
'Cause today I found my friends
They're in my head.
I'm so ugly, that's okay
'Cause so are you,
Broke our mirrors.
Ne me parle pas de travail ? la chaîne
Je veux pas finir comme Kurt Cobain.
(Don't talk to me about working on the assembly line
I don't wanna end like Kurt Cobain.)
I miss the comfort in being sad.
Nigga that's no lie, no joke, no game, no fabrication
Last name must be Cobain.
Left on the floor
Leaving your body
When highs are the lows
And lows are the way.