If you wouldn't mind, I would like
it blew
If you wouldn't mind, I would like to
lose
If you wouldn't care, I would like to
leave
If you wouldn't mind, I would like to
breath
Is there another reason for your
stain
Could you believe who we knew stress or
strain
Here is another word that rhymes with
shame
You could do anything
Floyd the Barber
[Inspiration:A song about
a small town that goes bad, the title is taken from a character on The
Andy Griffith Show. Everyone turns out to be a mass-murderer. The song
also shows Freudian castration fears.]
Hello Cobain, come on in
Floyd observes my hairy chin
Sit down (in the) chair don't be afraid
Steamed hot towel on my face
I was shaved
I was shaved
I was shamed
Barney ties me to a chair
I can't see I'm really scared
Floyd breathes hard, I hear a zip
Pee-pee pressed against my lips
I was shaved
I'm ashamed
I was shamed
I sense others in the room
Opie, Aunt Bea, I presume
They take turns to cut me up
I die smothered in Andy's clutch
About a Girl
[Inspiration: A song written
for Kurt's then girlfriend Tracy. She threatened to kick him out if he
didn't get a job.]
I need an easy friend
I do, with an ear to lend
I do, think you fit this shoe
I do, but 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'm standing in your line
I do, hope you have the time
I do, pick a number to
I do, keep a date with you
School
[Inspiration: A song about
the incestous Seattle Scene. The bands seem to resemble high school cliques.]
Wouldn't you believe it
It's just my luck
No recess
You're in high school again
Love Buzz
[Inspiration: A cover
song from the group Shocking Blue]
Would you believe me when I tell you
You are the queen of my heart
Please don't deceive me when I hurt you
Just ain't the way it seems
Can you feel my love buzz?
Paper Cuts
[Inspiration: Part of the
lyrics are based on a true story of a family that Kurt was acquainted with,
who locked their children in a room. Other lyrics have to deal with parents
and neglect. ]
At my feeding time
She pushes food through the door
I crawl towards the cracks of light
Sometimes I can't find my way
Newspapers spread around
Soaking all that they can
A cleaning is due again
A good hosing down
The lady whom I feel maternal love for
Cannot look me in the eyes
But I see hers and they are blue
And they cock and twitch and masturbate
Ow...I said so
Nirvana
Black windows of paint
I scratch with my nails
I see others just like me
Why do they not try to escape?
They bring out the older ones
They point at my way
They come with a flash of light
And take my family away
And very later I have learned to
Accept some friends of ridicule
My whole existence is for your amusement
And that is why I'm here with you
Ow...to take you with me
Your right
(to) Nirvana
Negative Creep
[Inspiration: the first
person narrative from an antisocial person. ]
This is out of our range...and it's grown
This is getting to be...droan
I'm a negative creep and I'm stoned
Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more
Yeah! Drone! Stoned!
Scoff
[Inspiration:A song that's
directed towards the people who didn't believe in Kurt's musical aspirations.
]
In my eyes, I'm not lazy
In my face, it's not over
In your room, I'm not older
In your eyes, I'm not worth it
Give me back my alcohol
Heal a million, kill a million
Peel a million, feel a million
Heal a million, kill a million
Oh...
Swap Meet
[Inspiration:A battle of
the sexes ]
They lead a lifestyle that is comfortable
They travel far to keep their stomachs
full
They make a living off of arts and crafts
The kind with seashells, driftwood and
burlap
They make a deal when they come to town
The Sunday swap meet is a battle ground
She loves him more than he could ever
know
He loves her more than he will ever show
Keeps his cigarettes close to his heart
Keeps her photographs close to her heart
(They) keeps their bitterness close to
their hearts
Mr. Moustache
[Inspiration: Speaks out
against the stereotypical male macho image.]
Fill me in on your new vision
Wake me up with indecision
Help me trust your mighty wisdom
Yes, I eat cow, I am not proud
Show me how you question, question
Lead the way to my temptation
Take my hand and give it cleaning
Yes, I eat cow, I am not proud
Easy in an easychair
Poop as hard as rock
I don't like you anyway
Seal it in a box
Now you
Sifting
[Inspiration:seems to take
on authority figures ]
Afraid to grade
Wouldn't it be fun?
Cross, says floss
Wouldn't it be fun?
Wet your bed
Wouldn't it be fun?
Sun felt numb
Wouldn't it be fun?
Your eyes... teacher said
Your eyes... preacher said
Your eyes... teacher said
Your eyes... teacher said
Don't have nothing for you
Spell the smell
Wouldn't it be fun?
Search for (a) church
Wouldn't it be fun?
Wet your bed
Wouldn't it be fun?
Cold in coals
Wouldn't it be fun?
Your eyes... teacher said
Your eyes... preacher said
Your eyes... preacher said
Your eyes... preacher said
Don't have nothing for you
Big Cheese
[Inspiration: This song
is written about Sub Pop man Jonathan Poneman and the pressures he put
on the band.]
Big cheese, make me
Mine says, go to the office
Big cheese, make me
Mine says, what the hell
Black is black, (no) trading back
We were enemies
Sure you are, what am I
We were enemies
Big lies, make my
Mine says, go to the office
Big cheese, make me
Mine says, what the hell
Black is black, (no) trading back
We were enemies
She eats glue, how 'bout you?
Black is black, no trading back
We were enemies
Sure you are, but what am I
We were enemies
She eats glue, how 'bout you
we were enemies
Sure you are, but what am I
Downer
[Inspiration:Kurt's attempt
at a political song. ]
Portray sincerity, act out of loyalty
Defend you true country, wish away pain
Hand out lombotomies, to save little families
Surrealistic fantasy, bland, boring, pain
Hold me down in restitution
Living out your date with fusion
Is the whole fleece, shun in bastard
Don't feel guilty, master writing
Somebody said that they're not much like
I am
I know I can make enough words for you
to follow along
I sink and then some
Slippery pessimists, hypocrite master
Conservative communists, apocalyptic bastards
Thank you, dear God for putting me on
this Earth
I feel very privileged in debt for my
thirst