Friday, June 21, 2013
updated the song check it out at the end zone now has title --
The ORIGINAL KURT COBAIN SPEAKS OUT --
screech of guitar, explosion
(low snare drum cadence fade out)
ROCK-N-ROLL GLORY
She's overboard and self assured
oh no I know a dirty little word
what we are and what we were doesn't
keep us from bein' disturbed
the static erratic exertion
stems from my chromatic assertion
breeding from synthetic inertia
from a systematic need to not hurt ya
my spagetti confetti is ready
who we are is better than tom and petty
tom and jerry are surely scary
like a collectic effectic don't marry
na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na
my name is in vain halleluja
I'll stick a pistol and missile right to ya
in stripes I can't gripe civil hoopla
I'm trite and you're right ditty-dooda
a synthetic gallactic exertion
is better than my collective assertion
na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na
my corny story is so goddamn boring
when will I get my rock-n-roll glory
a zombie with no mommy is perfection
seven years to life's infection
na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na
she's overboard and self-assured
oh no I know a dirty little word
who we are and what we were doesn't keep us
from bein' disturbed
my libido for ya is a real possession
I just hope I don't get an erection
a systematic galactic attack
like dodgin' bullets in desert iraq
who we are and what we were doesn't
keep us from bein' disturbed
just like an old black and white movie
will I ever get a hot little groupie
you be me and I'll be you
but I'd rather be watchin' scooby doo
my life is like a neverending story
will I ever have some rock-n-roll glory
it's a crock that I really don't rock
churning and burning straight around the clock
my spagetti confetti is burning
but I tell ya I'm surely still learning
a synthetic erratic attack
I got all these monkey's straight on my back
na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na
(break it down real soft dreamy guitar in same melody, Kurt's voice is soft, sung like a chant)
a mulatto, albino, mosquito
let's take the time to talk about my libido
she's so fine I'm so high it's illegal
a mulatto, albino, mosquito
thank good god for that spiraling libido
acunamatatta mulatta
I'll get mine thanks to persona
but all the antifreeze stings like
nirvana
a biscotti mulatti my hottie
we'd wine and dine in time; Liberace
a mulatto, albino, mosquito
thank good god for that primal libido
I'm gonna ride ya like Evel Knievel
acunamatatta mulatta
your spagetti's best with avocada
acunamatatta mulatta
thank good godda mattata
oh no I know a dirty little word
what we are and what we were doesn't
keep us from bein' disturbed
the static erratic exertion
stems from my chromatic assertion
breeding from synthetic inertia
from a systematic need to not hurt ya
my spagetti confetti is ready
who we are is better than tom and petty
tom and jerry are surely scary
like a collectic effectic don't marry
na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na
my name is in vain halleluja
I'll stick a pistol and missile right to ya
in stripes I can't gripe civil hoopla
I'm trite and you're right ditty-dooda
a synthetic gallactic exertion
is better than my collective assertion
na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na
my corny story is so goddamn boring
when will I get my rock-n-roll glory
a zombie with no mommy is perfection
seven years to life's infection
na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na
she's overboard and self-assured
oh no I know a dirty little word
who we are and what we were doesn't keep us
from bein' disturbed
my libido for ya is a real possession
I just hope I don't get an erection
a systematic galactic attack
like dodgin' bullets in desert iraq
who we are and what we were doesn't
keep us from bein' disturbed
just like an old black and white movie
will I ever get a hot little groupie
you be me and I'll be you
but I'd rather be watchin' scooby doo
my life is like a neverending story
will I ever have some rock-n-roll glory
it's a crock that I really don't rock
churning and burning straight around the clock
my spagetti confetti is burning
but I tell ya I'm surely still learning
a synthetic erratic attack
I got all these monkey's straight on my back
na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na
(break it down real soft dreamy guitar in same melody, Kurt's voice is soft, sung like a chant)
a mulatto, albino, mosquito
let's take the time to talk about my libido
she's so fine I'm so high it's illegal
a mulatto, albino, mosquito
thank good god for that spiraling libido
acunamatatta mulatta
I'll get mine thanks to persona
but all the antifreeze stings like
nirvana
a biscotti mulatti my hottie
we'd wine and dine in time; Liberace
a mulatto, albino, mosquito
thank good god for that primal libido
I'm gonna ride ya like Evel Knievel
acunamatatta mulatta
your spagetti's best with avocada
acunamatatta mulatta
thank good godda mattata
a prolactic symphatic decision
bears an erratic collaboric collision
an authentic rutentic derisen
resides in my synthetic unison
oh my god she makes me so horny
I'll give her a little of my rock-n-roll glory
little ceasar's sure does please her
I swear to god I'll never leave ya
a rock star with a flashy little guitar
is on par to a propylactic surcharge
when will you pay me when I'm workin' daily
this time I'm on fines to mother fuckin' save me
a synthetic gallactic attack
I'm sick of breakin' my mother fuckin' back
when will my spagetti be ready
I'll tell ya when then throw some confetti
my corny story is so goddamn boring
when will i get my fuckin' rock-n-roll glory
give me my fuckin' rock-n-roll glory
when will i have my rock-n-roll glory
gimme gimme my rock-n-roll glory
i really want my rock-n-roll glory
give me my fuckin' rock-n-roll glory (x10)
screech of guitar, explosion
(low snare drum cadence fade out)
Thursday, June 20, 2013
A speech that I put together for my Charity show at the Whiskey in honor of Kurt --
FLASH MY FAVORITE HANDSOME PIC OF KURT ON THE PROJECTION SCREEN while inquiring:::::::
"Would you kill this man? Look at him. Would you pay someone to kill him, burn his body, then keep his hair in a jug as a momento?? He was so beautiful. Too beautiful to make it out of that marriage alive.
(long pause)
Kurt's shoe size is a size ten. I got that from staring at his dead body in the window long enough. I went through a faze where I thought he was still alive. But those are definately his shoes. His hand... and his leg in that window.
I spent half my life hating Kurt because I thought he was just a spoiled little rich guy who took my right of suicide away from me and put it on himself -- like he had any right to complain. I thought his life was great. But when you need this kind of love in the worst way; he said he was STARVING for it; then suicide can be one answer to ending the pain.
I closed my feelings off to him for two decades, then when I decided to face it, I discovered it wasn't suicide afterall but cold-blooded murder -- with that I finally found the 'empathy' to forgive him. It didn't occur to me that he may have known who I was too. When I discovered all the lyrics directed to me I was flabbergasted. My first thought was 'oh my god'... twenty years??
Could he have possibly thought I was reading those lyrics as it took place in the early 90's or was he aware I wouldn't read them until later on... My worst moment is when I realized he may have had a suicide 'pact' with me that I wasn't aware of -- he stated -- "hold you close like we both just died , my ever pressing suicide, my stupid fuck my blushing bride (there he is beating himself up again about marrying the wrong woman) and then 'o tear my heart out tear my heart out'... he must have been devastated.
Could he have been waiting for me to kill myself too in order to meet in the afterlife?? As our only way to be together? Twenty years I waited to come to that possible realization. He mentions it in Lithium too -- "I can't wait to meet you there. I'm excited and I'm not scared. Light my candles because I've found God." Then he speaks of the type of afterworld he wants, where he can 'sigh eternally'... without me? Waiting for me?
Twenty years and here I sit. Still alive. I sincerely pray that that was not what his idea was and that I wasn't just suppose to know that. I would have been there in a heartbeat honey, If I'd known. I still feel like he is waiting aimlessly for me to do it. I keep a journal online that I devote to him and write in it every night. He's the only person I came to earth for. It was suppose to be just me and him. In the whole universe. We would have been the true definition of 'happily ever after'.
But thanks to space and time and a whole lot of crazy people we won't get that chance in this life... or will we? So this last song is dedicated to him whole-heartedly. And I have a message for Courtney Love: Your time is coming. I want all his possessions -- if you haven't burnt them along with his body. His soul belongs to me. Do not even think of 'tending' to it.
You cripple. And he shuts his mouth with glue. So here's a dedication to Kurt..."
"Would you kill this man? Look at him. Would you pay someone to kill him, burn his body, then keep his hair in a jug as a momento?? He was so beautiful. Too beautiful to make it out of that marriage alive.
(long pause)
Kurt's shoe size is a size ten. I got that from staring at his dead body in the window long enough. I went through a faze where I thought he was still alive. But those are definately his shoes. His hand... and his leg in that window.
I spent half my life hating Kurt because I thought he was just a spoiled little rich guy who took my right of suicide away from me and put it on himself -- like he had any right to complain. I thought his life was great. But when you need this kind of love in the worst way; he said he was STARVING for it; then suicide can be one answer to ending the pain.
I closed my feelings off to him for two decades, then when I decided to face it, I discovered it wasn't suicide afterall but cold-blooded murder -- with that I finally found the 'empathy' to forgive him. It didn't occur to me that he may have known who I was too. When I discovered all the lyrics directed to me I was flabbergasted. My first thought was 'oh my god'... twenty years??
Could he have possibly thought I was reading those lyrics as it took place in the early 90's or was he aware I wouldn't read them until later on... My worst moment is when I realized he may have had a suicide 'pact' with me that I wasn't aware of -- he stated -- "hold you close like we both just died , my ever pressing suicide, my stupid fuck my blushing bride (there he is beating himself up again about marrying the wrong woman) and then 'o tear my heart out tear my heart out'... he must have been devastated.
Could he have been waiting for me to kill myself too in order to meet in the afterlife?? As our only way to be together? Twenty years I waited to come to that possible realization. He mentions it in Lithium too -- "I can't wait to meet you there. I'm excited and I'm not scared. Light my candles because I've found God." Then he speaks of the type of afterworld he wants, where he can 'sigh eternally'... without me? Waiting for me?
Twenty years and here I sit. Still alive. I sincerely pray that that was not what his idea was and that I wasn't just suppose to know that. I would have been there in a heartbeat honey, If I'd known. I still feel like he is waiting aimlessly for me to do it. I keep a journal online that I devote to him and write in it every night. He's the only person I came to earth for. It was suppose to be just me and him. In the whole universe. We would have been the true definition of 'happily ever after'.
But thanks to space and time and a whole lot of crazy people we won't get that chance in this life... or will we? So this last song is dedicated to him whole-heartedly. And I have a message for Courtney Love: Your time is coming. I want all his possessions -- if you haven't burnt them along with his body. His soul belongs to me. Do not even think of 'tending' to it.
You cripple. And he shuts his mouth with glue. So here's a dedication to Kurt..."
To hell with Guitar World!
Hi, my name is Rose Phoenix-Cobain and I am Kurt's true WIDOW. This last month you featured him in your GONE TOO SOON series and I breezed over the article and noticed that you used one of his lyrical passages as a quote:
"I do not want what I've got". As if he was directing it to you shitsuckers in the public eye to define his distaste for his "career" or something.
Well this sentence is part of a PERSONAL PHRASE that Kurt wrote directly to me after the line: "I love you for what I'm not" there is a PERSONAL meaning between us that has NOTHING to do with the audience of your magazine or "fans" of Nirvana.
You have no right printing that when you are not familiar with the TRUE meaning behind it and the person it was dedicated to. I have half the mind to sue you for this situation if I wasn't trying my hardest to get mine and Kurt's love story in your magazine.
You probably won't even read this, but I've had enough bullshit. Write an apology letter in your mag regarding this or you're DEAD.
p.s. to you jerks -- if some of you are wondering about my name, I was not born a COBAIN... I took Kurt's last name after this situation. It's not my given name... it's a hyphened married one.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Merrium-Webster take note --
contradictionary: verb: definition: To be in exact opposition of your thoughts, actions and placement in society to the highest level of false standings. To be worse than just a simple contradiction, to the extent of your whole life being one big falsehood.
contradictionary lies: adverb: definition: lies that are on such a grand scale of opposition to the honest truth of one's existence that themselves as a whole is a fraud. i.e. living a lie.
Now... that you now how kurt felt about his life and self in your eyes and the one the media portrayed... keep reading letterstokurt for the REAL TRUTH. Bastards.
contradictionary lies: adverb: definition: lies that are on such a grand scale of opposition to the honest truth of one's existence that themselves as a whole is a fraud. i.e. living a lie.
Now... that you now how kurt felt about his life and self in your eyes and the one the media portrayed... keep reading letterstokurt for the REAL TRUTH. Bastards.
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