|Nirvana: Uplugged in New York| About A Girl- I need an easy friend. I do with an ear to lend. I do think you fit this shoe. I do ... won't you have a clue. I'll take advantage while, You hang me out to dry. But I can't see you every night for free. I do... I'm standing in your line. I do hope you have the time. I do pick a number too. I do keep a date with you. I'll take advantage while. You hang me out to dry. But I can't see you every night for free. I need an easy friend. I do with an ear to lend. I do think you fit this shoe. I do won't you have a clue. I'll take advantage while, You hang me out to dry. But I can't see you every night. For free. I do. Come as You Are- Come as you are, As you were, As I want you to be. As a friend, As a friend, As an old enemy. Take your time, Hurry up, The Choice is yours, Don't be late. Take a rest. As a friend. As an old memoria. Memoria. Come dowsed in mud. Soaked in bleach. As I want you to be. As a trend. A a friend. As an old memoria. Memoria. And I swear that I don't have a gun. No, I don't have a gun. Memoria. Memoria. Memoria. Memoria, don't have a gun. And I swear that I don't have a gun. No, I don't have a gun. Memoria. Jesus Don't Want Me For A Sunbeam- Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam. Sunbeams are not made like me. Don't expect me to cry for wrong reasons, you have to die. Don't ever ask it out of me. Don't expect me to lie. Don't expect me to lie. Don't expect me to die, for me. The Man Who Sold The World- We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when. Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend. Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes. I thought you died alone, a long long time ago. Oh no, not me. I never lost control. You're face to face. With The Man Who Sold The World. I laughed and shook hishand, and made my way back home. I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed. I gazed a gazley stare at all the millions here. We must have died along, a long long time ago. Who knows? Not me. We never lost control. You're face to face with the Man who Sold the World. Pennyroyal Tea- I'm on my time with everyone. I have very bad posture. Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea. Distill the life that's inside of me. Sit and drink Pennyroyal tea. I'm anemic royalty. Give me a Leonard Cohen afterworld, so I can sigh enternally. I'm so tired I can't sleep. I'm a liar and a thief. Sit and drink pennyroyal Tea. I'm anemic royalty. I'm on warm milk and laxatives. Cherry-flavored antacids. Dumb- I'm not like them. But I can pretend. The sun is gone. But I have a light. The day is done. But I'm having fun. I think I'm dumb or maybe just happy. Think I'm just happy. My heart is broke, but I have some glue. Help me inhale, and mend it with you. We'll float around. And hang out on clouds. Then we'll come down. And I have a hangover, Have a hangover. Skin the sun. Fall asleep. Wish away. The soul is cheap. Lesson learned. Wish me luck. Soothe the burn. Wake me up. I'm not like them. But I can pretend. The sun is gone. But I have a light. The day is done. But I'm having fun. Polly- Polly wants a cracker. Think I should get off of her first. I think she wants some water. To put out the blow torch. It isn't me. We have some seed. Let me clip. Your dirty wings. Let me take a ride. Don't hurt yourself. I want some help to help myself. I've got some rope. You have been told. I promise you. I have been true. Let me take a ride. Don't hurt yourself. I want some help to help myself. Polly wants a cracker. Maybe she would like more food. She asks me to untie her. A chase would be nice for a few. It isn't me. We have some seed. Let me clip your dirty wings. Let me take a ride. Don't hurt yourself. I want some help. To help myself. I've got some rope. You have been told. I promise you. I have been true. Let me take a ride. Don't hurt yourself. I want some help to help myself. Polly said.... Polly says her back hurts. And she's just as bored as me. She caught me off my guard. It amazes me, the will of instinct. On A Plain- I'll start this off. Without any words. I got so high that. I scratched 'til I bled. 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. Love myself. Better than you. I know it's wrong. So what should I do? I'm on a plain. I can't complain. I'm on a plain. My mother died every night. It's safe to say. Don't quote me on that. Love myself. Better than you. I know it's wrong. So what should I do? The black sheep got; Blackmailed again. Forgot to put; On the zip code. Love myself; Better than you. I know it's wrong. So what should I do? I'm on a plain. I can't complain. Somewhere I have heard this before. In a dream my memory has stored. As 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 a sense. Love myself; Better than you. I know it's wrong. So what should I do? One more special message to go and then I'm done and I can go home. Love myself; Better than you. I know it's wrong. So what should I do? I'm on a plain. I can't complain. Something In The Way- Underneath the bridge. The tarp has sprung a leak. And the animals I've trapped. Have all become my pets. And I'm living off of grass. And the drippings from the ceiling. But it's ok to fish. Cause they haven't any feelings. Something in the way. Ummmmm. Something in the way, yeah. Ummmmm. Underneath the bridge. The tarp has sprung a leak. And the animals I've trapped. Have all become my pets. And I'm living off of grass. And the drippings from the ceiling. But it's ok to fish. Cause they haven't any feelings. Something in the way. Ummmmm. Something in the way, yeah. Ummmmm. Plateau- Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau. Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know. Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand. To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands. The nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop. And an illustrated book about birds. You see a lot up there but don't be scared. Who needs action when you got words. When you've finished with the mop then you can stop. And look at what you've done. The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen. And the work it took was fun. Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau. Some said it was in Greenland and some in Mexico. Some decided it was nowhere except for where they stood. But they were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could. Oh Me- If i had to lose a mile. If i had to touch feelings. I would lose my soul. The way i do. I don't have to think. I only have to do it. The results are always perfect. And that's old news. Would you like to hear my voice. Sweetened with emotion. Invented at your birth? I can't see the end of me. My whole expanse i cannot see. I formulate infinity and store it deep inside of me. Lake Of Fire- Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly. They go down to the lake of fire and fry. Won't see them again till the fourth of July. I knew a lady who came from Duluth. She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth. She went to her grave just a little too soon. And she flew away howling on the yellow moon. Now the people cry and the people moan. And they look for a dry place to call their home. And try to find some place to rest their bones. While the angels and the devils. Fight to claim them for their own. All Apologies- What else should I be? All apologies. What else should I say? Everyone is gay. What else could I write? I don't have the right. What else should I be? All apologies. In the sun. In the sun I feed as one. In the sun. In the sun. I'm married. buried. I wish I was like you. Easily amused. Find my nest of salt. Everything is my fault. I'll take all the blame. Aqua seafoam shame. Sunburn with freezeburn. Choking on the ashes of her enemy. All in all we all are. Where Did You Sleep Last Night- My girl, my girl, don't lie to me. Tell me where did you sleep last night. In the pines, in the pines. Where the sun don't ever shine. I would shiver the whole night through. My girl, my girl, where will you go. I'm going where the cold wind blows. Her husband, was a hard working man. Just about a mile from here. His head was found in a driving wheel. But his body never was found. |Home|Contact|Disclaimer|