IN UTERO

  1. Serve The Servants
  2. Scentless Apprentice
  3. Heart Shaped Box
  4. Rape Me
  5. Francis Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle
  6. Dumb
  7. Very Ape
  8. Milk It
  9. Pennyroyal Tea
  10. Radio Friendly Unit Shifter
  11. tourette's
  12. All Apologies
  13. Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strips

Serve the Servants
[Inspiration: An autobiographical song about the whole Nirvana experience.]

Teenage angst has paid off well
Now I'm bored and old
Self-appointed judges judge
More than they have sold

If she floats than she is not
A witch like we had thought
A down payment on another
One at Salem's lot

Serve the servants, oh no
That legendary divorce is such a bore

As my bones grew they did hurt
They hurt really bad
I tried hard to have a father
But instead I had a dad

 I just want you to know that I
Don't hate you anymore
There is nothing I could say
That I haven't thought before

Serve the servants, oh no
That legendary divorce is such a bore

 


Scentless Apprentice
[Inspiration: Based on the novel 'Perfume' (Kurt's fave).]

Like most babies smell like butter
His smell smelled like no other
He was born scentless and senseless
He was born a scentless apprentice

Go away, get away, get away, get away

every wet nurse refused to feed him
electrolytes smell like semen
I promise not to sell your perfumed secrets
there are countless formulas for pressing flowers

 I lie in the soll and fertilize mushrooms
Leaking out gas fumes are made into perfume
You can't fire me because I quit
Throw me in the fire and I won't throw a fit

 


Heart-Shaped Box
[Inspiration: A song about Courtney and dependancy. ]

She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for a week
I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back

Hey
Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hate
Haight
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey
Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice

 Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel's hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

 


Rape Me
[Inspiration: In Kurt's words, the song is a sort of poetic justice. A guy rapes a girl. He ends up in jail and is raped there. ]

Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again

I'm not the only one

Hate me
Do it and do it again

Waste me
Rape me my friend

 My favorite inside source
I'll kiss your open sores
Appreciate your concern
You'll always stink and burn

 


Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle
[Inspiration: A song about the story of Frances Farmer, who was declared insane and lobotomized. ]

It's so relieving to know that you're leaving as soon as you get paid
It's so relaxing to hear you're asking wherever you get your way
I's so soothing to know that you'll sue me
This is starting to sound the same
I miss the comfort in being sad

In her false witness, we hope you're still with us
To see if they float or drown
Our favorite paitent, a display of patience
Disease-covered Puget Sound
She'll come back as fire, to burn all the liars
And leave a blanket of ash on the ground
I miss the comfort in being sad

 


Dumb
[Inspiration: Ignorance is bliss. There is a certain care-free happiness involved in being dumb. Drug related thems dominate the song.]

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 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

 


Very Ape
[Inspiration: An Attack on the stereotypical macho man. ]

I am buried up to my neck in
Contradictionary lies
I take pride as the kind of illiterature
I'm very ape and very nice

 If you ever need anything please don't hesitate
to ask someone else first
I'm too busy acting like I'm not naive
I've seen it all I was here first

 Out of the ground
Into the sky
Out of the sky
Into the dirt

 


Milk It
[Inspiration: A song about co-dependancy, it heavily carries the medical theme. ]

I am my own parasite
I don't need a host to live
We feed off of each other
We can share our endorphins

 Doll steak, test meat

 I own my own pet virus
I get to pet and name her
Her milk is my shit
My shit is her milk

 Doll steak, test meat

 Look on the bright side is suicide
Lost eyesight I'm on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron and/or sleeping
Protector of the kennel
Ecto-plasma
Ecto-skeletal
Obituary birthday
Your scent is still here in my place of recovery

 


Pennyroyal Tea
[Inspiration: A song about abortion, the difficult choices around it, and the guilt following it. ]

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

 


Radio Friendly Unit Shifter
[Inspiration: According to Kurt this song is a throwaway. A bunch of random poetry lines thrown together. ]

Use just once and destroy
Invasion of our piracy
Afterbirth of a nation
Starve without your skeleton key

 I love you for what I am not
I do not want what I have got
A blanket acne'ed with cigarette burns
Speak at once while taking turns
Second-rate third defree burns

 What is wrong with me
What is what I need
What do I think I think

 This had nothing to do with what you think
If you ever think at all
Bi-polar opposites attract
All of a sudden my water broke

 Hate, hate your enemies
Save, save your friends
Find, find your place
Speak, speak the truth

 


tourette's
[Inspiration: This song has no meaning at all. Kurt just screamed alot. ]

Moderate Rock

 May day, every day, my day
Could've had a heart attack, my heart
We don't know anything, my heart.
We all want something fair, my heart.
Hey! Hey!
Heyyyyyyy!
Heyyyyy!
Heyyyyy!

Out of town, out of town is my heart.
Queen of lies, out today, my heart
One more on the phone, my heart
One more at the door of my heart.
Hey! Hey!
Heyyyyyyyyyyy!

Mean heart,
cold heart,
cold heart,
cold heart,
cold heart,
cold heart,
cold heart,
cold heart --
uhhhhhhh!

 


All Apologies
[Inspiration: Contrary to popular belief, this song is not about Francis and Courtney. He wrote it for them, but none of the lyrics really apply. ]

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 feel 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 freezerburn
Choking on the ashes of her enemy
All in all is all we are

 


Gallons of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip (U.K. only)

It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
That you're only supposed to use once and then discard
Where do you put it, in the garbage can, my honest friend
My shyness, pet her flow

 She's only been five months late
Even though we haven't had sex for a week

 A mil a day, a mil, I say
And my heart's made my...
Somebody else already used the word aurora borealis
She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer

 She's only five weeks late
And I haven't had a date forever...
Ever...ever...forever

 Wish I had more...more opportunity
More chances to remember some things
So I couldn't have so much pressure on my...
On my...on my...um...ah, on my...um...um...head

 We'd have so much more diversity
And so much more input, so much more creative flow
If we had someone in school, a (GIT)

 GIT...geeks...in...town
Ha...Come on, Dave, think of one
Dave: inaudible(girls in trouble)
It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels
No, GWC

 Fuck, man, this is a waste of time
One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhh! Yeaaaahhhhh!

 You're personally responsible for...
The entire strip...to be washed away....
Cleansed...as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol
Flowed through the strip and were set on fire
It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight
And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom
And his...silk
And he...he erected a beautiful city...a city of stars

  


the preceding was assembled solely by silverbox of the Nirvana Homepage ... feel free to distribute it, but never edit it... peace.