Kurt Cobain
Before you tell me all your pain,
I think it's time for me to explain
That it isn't clever to be insane
And it doesn't make you interesting,
In fact it's really quite obscene
To wallow in your sick little scene
And then make out you've something to sell
In the squalid details of your private hell.
Do you know what I mean?
I never cared much for Kurt Cobain!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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A Cult of Suffering
Before you tell me about all your pain,
I think it's time for me to explain
That it isn't fun to be insane! !
In fact I find it quite obscene
You indulge yourself in your sick little scene
And then make out you've something to sell
By exaggerating your private hell.
Do you see what I mean?
I never thought much of Curt Cobain
And his industry of teenage pain.
Been there, got the T-shirt,
'When I grow up I want to be a Victim, Daddy! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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A Wannabe Rock Star
I knew a guy who played guitar
And liked to think himself a star;
He thought he equalled Kurt Cobain
If not in talent, then in pain.
Unfortunately pain don't sell,
There was no market for his hell
And so he turned to heroin
Which fed his hunger and kept him thin.
Now all of us are getting older
I'm thinking of that chip on his shoulder;
I sometimes wonder if he's dead,
Missed by his friends like a hole in the head!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Why Must I Always Explain?
Have to toe the line, Ive got to make the most
Spent all the years going, from pillar to post
Now Im standing on the outside and Im waitin in the rain
Tell me why must I always explain
Bared my soul to the crowd eh but oh what the cost
Most of them laughed out loud like nothings been lost
There were hypocrites and parasites and people that drain
Tell me why must I always explain
Why, why must I always explain
Over and over, over again
Its just a job you know and its no sweet lorraine
Tell me why must I always explain (alright)
Well I get up in the morning and I get my brief
I go out and stare at the world in complete disbelief
Its not righteous indignation that makes me complain
Its the fact that I always have to explain
I cant be everywhere at once, theres always somebody to see
And I never turned out to be the person that you wanted me to be
And I tell you who I am, time and time and time again
Tell me why must I always explain
Well its out on the highway and its on with the show
Always telling people things theyre too lazy to know
It can make you crazy, yeah it can drive you insane
Tell me why must I always explain.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Sung from our souls
Sung from our souls
In the sun we'll be one
a Kurt Cobain
who ended pain
a Marvin Gaye
who had to pay
the priced father's son
You and me reality
Oh brother brother
who does bother
what do we wrong
when moods too strong
is black then all we see
When we're diving deep
the rivers are growing
impules overflowing
in peaceful dreams we see
a road and destiny
that's risen us from sleep
Madrason 10-02-2008
'All in all is all we all are! ' Kurt Cobain; in dedication.
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Im Still Remembering
Im still remembering the day
I gave my life away
Im still remembering the time
You said youd be mine
Yesterday was cold and bare,
Because you were not there
Yesterday was cold
My story has been told
I need your affection all the way
The world has changed
Or Ive changed in a way
I try to remain,
Im tyring not to go insane
I need your affection all the way...
Im still remembering my life
Before I became your wife
Im still remembering the pain
And the mind games
Reverse psychology
Never tainted me
I didnt sell my soul,
I didnt sell my soul...
I need your affection all the way....
They say the cream will always
Rise to the top
They say the good people
Are always first to drop
What of kurt cobain?
Will his prescence still remain?
Remember jfk?
Ever saintly in a way
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
I say, where are you now?
I need your affection all the way...
song performed by by Cranberries
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I'm a different person. I don't want to be titled as Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain's daughter. I want to be thought of as Frances Cobain.
quote by Frances Bean Cobain
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I started being really proud of the fact that I was gay even though I wasn't.
quote by Kurt Cobain
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A January Fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
My class is all here
Down to each little sneer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Those cute little creatures
Have nothing to fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Still knowing that teacher's
not entirely all here
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Each little tear
Makes it perfectly clear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
A day off is coming
And hopefully near
a sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
It's harder and harder
Maintaining my leer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps my behavior's
becoming quite queer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps in the morning
I'll call in and cheer
A SICK DAY A SICK DAY
I GOT A PAIN IN MY EAR
Alas...I can hear my principle sneer
With a resigning smirk easy to hear
NO SICK DAY NO SICK DAY
SORRY MY DEAR
NO SICK DAYS NO SICK DAYS
REMAINING THIS YEAR
poem by Robert John Meehan
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I Got With Her Once When She Was Drunk
I used to be part of the grunge scene here
now I'm just grungy. You could kinda
tell which ones of us were hanging on for dear life
and which ones were just hanging on to the scene
and buying expensive flannels. They moved on to the next
big music thing. Pop punk I think.
I was a decent guitar player but we can't all be
Kurt Cobain
but at least we all don't have to be Courtney Love.
poem by Smack Thompson
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Nightmares In The Day
He kept hearing noises
even though they weren't there.
He kept seeing flashes
going off in the air.
He saw them and heard them.
They never seemed to stop.
They made his body shake
from the bottom to the top.
And when it reached the top
he felt a throbbing pain.
He drank. He took pills
but still it did remain.
How long had it been
since he'd been outside?
How long had it been
since his buddies all died?
He could not remember
and what difference would it make?
Every time he saw the scene,
again he'd start to shake.
They told him he was a survivor,
the only one to live.
The blast had killed the rest of them.
If only he could give
his life, his mind another try.
He'd make sure the deadly bombs
would have him die.
For he was a goner in this insane world.
He was in a living nightmare
when he saw the flag unfurled.
Would he make it back
from this nightmarish scene?
Or would his mind reject all normalcy
and what would it mean?
That some have to die in a world gone mad
while others like he made it out of Baghdad?
It must mean that he's living in hell.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Lets Get This Party Started
When its crying
Take me on second place
Which you dont often find
I see a family walking
Always thinking of
Being somewhere else in time
So I fall I fall face
In a rut
I cant seem to get out of
Please wake me
Please give me some of it back
The feelings I had
Sometimes I wish
I could be strong like you
It doesnt matter
Each time I wake
Im somehow feeling the truth
I cant handle
Lets get this party started
Im sick of begging you
You make me feel insane
Which I did to you
Lets get this party started
You make me feel insane
I want to be the one
To make myself sign
Time is ticking
It makes me feel content
With what I have inside
Constant paranoia
Surrounds me
Everyone I see
Is out to get me
So I fall I fall face
In a rut
I cant seem to get out of
Please wake me
Please give me some of it back
The feelings I had
Sometimes I wish
I could be strong like you
It doesnt matter
Each time I wake
Im somehow feeling the truth
I cant handle
Lets get this party started
Im sick of begging you
You make me feel insane
Which I did to you
Lets get this party started
You make me feel insane
I want to be the one
To make myself sign
You make me feel insane
Sometimes I wish
I could be strong like you
It doesnt matter
Each time I wake
Im somehow feeling the truth
I cant handle
Lets get this party started
Im sick of begging you
You make me feel insane
Which I did to you
Lets get this party started
You make me feel insane
I want to be the one
To make myself sign
song performed by by Korn
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I really haven't had that exciting of a life. There are a lot of things I wish I would have done, instead of just sitting around and complaining about having a boring life. So I pretty much like to make it up. I'd rather tell a story about somebody else.
quote by Kurt Cobain
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I'm sick
I’m sick of always waiting for the breaks I never get,
I’m sick of being left behind and sleeping in my sweat,
I’m sick of making money when the ends are never met,
I’m sick of being sick of life I’m trapped inside a net,
I’m sick of having to be strong when I’m a nervous wreck,
I’m sick of working dead-end jobs that lack any respect,
I’m sick of waiting in a line where I am never next,
I’m sick of knowing that I’ll never truly be the best,
I’m sick of acting normal when I know that I’m a mess,
I’m sick of other people saying that I’m really blessed,
I’m sick of having all this pain I feel inside my chest,
I’m sick of being stressed, I’m feeling so depressed,
I’m reaching for a goal that very few are to obtain,
And no more strength is left in me because of all the pain,
I know that I have said that there is God inside the rain,
But where is God in moments when my bodies feeling drained,
And where is God in moments when a prayer won’t explain,
The fact that I was born a baby lacking half a brain,
The fact my hands and feet are tied together by these chains,
I can’t break free I need some help but all I get is blame,
I’m blamed for the mistakes I’ve made and it is such a shame,
I know that I’m a winner yet I’m losing to life’s game,
I’m losing my religion and all I do is entertain,
The other mindless people I swear this life is so mundane,
I’m always asking why,
I always say I try,
I’m looking to the sky,
Accept the pain and fly.
poem by Nathan Streango
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I was looking for something a lot heavier, yet melodic at the same time. Something different from heavy metal, a different attitude.
quote by Kurt Cobain
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Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes along with with your self esteem.
quote by Kurt Cobain
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I Am Sick....
I am sick …. The pain I feel.
I am sick…. This must be surreal.
I am sick…. I will not die.
I am sick…. But I must live on with this lie.
I am sick…. It’s not like cancer it’s not that bad.
I am sick… but the say depression goes with this pain I have.
I am sick…. It will never disappear.
I am sick…. My days will go on with the same o’l tear.
I am sick…. That I have thought of taking my pain away.
I am sick…. For that I cannot for the pain must stay.
I am sick… and no one can fix me.
I am sick…. That no one can see.
I am sick…. They believe nothing is wrong with me.
I am sick…. Because of this disease.
I am sick…. Because I beg god please.
poem by Winifred Harkness
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Pain With An Anguish
A pain with an anguish,
Comes to be delivered...
And no matter what the language.
A pain with an anguish,
To be extinguished...
Comes!
Choices given to make decisions,
Have been thoroughly observed.
And...
Witnessed to conflict with wishes,
To have a peace on Earth.
As this Earth was created to serve.
But...
Many believed their greeding,
Was just for them this creation made.
And with an isolating themselves away,
Few have realized their mistakes.
People talk about entitlements.
With a choice to choose their own interests.
But their own interests just don't sit well...
With THAT passing judgements from a greater realm.
A pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
Oh yes a...
Pain with an anguish,
Comes to undo what those demons done.
Producing as a reason to sell.
Pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
No one living doing things to others...
Can hide what they've done and run.
A pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
Oh yes a...
Pain with an anguish,
Comes to undo what those demons done.
Producing as a reason to sell.
Pain with an anguish,
Produced as a reason to sell.
Will soon...
Have no market or a need,
As minds begin to heal from a hell.
A pain with an anguish...
Produced as a reason to sell.
Will soon...
Have no market or a need,
As minds begin to heal from a hell.
Pray!
To deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To...
Deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To...
Deliver your mind from a living hell.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And I think a good writer's gonna make it interesting. From the first paragraph it will all be interesting. Just work at it and work at it and work at it.
quote by Kurt Loder
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It was a really interesting time in New York in the late 70s and early 80s, and the music scene was really, really interesting because you didn't have to be a virtuoso to make music, it was more about your desire to express things.
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Wallowings
I am in the Wallowing-
there I find my best and worse.
Pity-Wallow is where I focus
all on my self and go inward
for long moments of pity-filled indulgence of self.
Sorrow-Wallow allows me to grieve
on my own terms, yet not really suffer
too much.
Wallow-Defeats are my best
and where I re-learn over and over again
not to regret.
Good Wallow where I learn lessons
over and over again-
Down is the best way Up;
Out is the best way Back:
Wallow-Defeat is the path to Happiness-
if you Wallow quietly and accept
that a Good Wallow is where you
plan for the Wallow-Through
not stop and rest amid your Wallowings.
As my Mother used to say:
'Cry and Wallow that's ok
but use the time to plan to get
back on your feet again.'
A good Wallow is a terrible thing to waste.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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