Nobodys knows im a new wave (Live From EVS Buenos Aires, Argentina 10/30/1992)
Sure, I can shit anywhere and I promise to kill
I will shit on the stage and I�ll
Crawl with the sound and I'm falling down
If I...???
I choose to shit anywhere and I promise to shit on your head, if you want
I've forgotten to bother to ???
??? with ???
God, I'm shit
I'll shit anywhere
And now I choose you
Shit on your face
And I'm...right
And God, oh God
Oh why/wife my ???
Want my ???
I�m new wave (3x)
Aaahh
I�m new wave (3x)
I'm old school (2x)
I'm new wave
I'm afraid
I'm a wave (2x)
I'm new wave and I'll shit anywhere that I please
Beans
Beans, beans, beans Daddy ate some beans He was happy, happy, happy And he ate some beans
Naked, naked, naked Sitting cross-legged Naked, naked, naked And he was happy, happy, happy And he ate some beans
Wine, wine, wine Daddy had some wine He was happy, happy, happy And he ate some wine
Beans, beans, beans Daddy ate some beans And he drank some wine And he was happy, happy, happy As he drank some beans
You Know You're Right (Version del album Nirvana)
I would never bother you I would never promise to I would never follow you I would never bother you
Never speak a word again I will crawl away for good
I would move away from here You won't be afraid of fear No thought was put into this And always Knew it would come to this
Things have never been so well I have never failed to fail
Pain(x3) You Know You're Right
I'm so warm and calm inside I no longer have to hide Let's talk about someone else Steaming soup against her mouth
Nothing really bothers her She just wants to lover herself
I will move away from here You won't be afraid of fear No thought was put into this I always knew to come like this
Things have never been so swell I have never failed to fail
Pain(x5) You Know You're Right Pain
Blandest
You're my favorite Of my saviours You're my favorite Oh no
Yes you're my favorite Of my favors You're my razor Oh no
Hey!
And the situation wasn't quite As intense as I thought I need you around To remind me when not to be calm And the situation wasn't quite As intense as I thought I need you around To remind me when not to be calm Calm, calm, calm
Born In A Junkyard (AKA Token Eastern Song)
I'm long gone from vertical Somewhere South is stopping me I'm long gone from the American Dream You may decide it's not for me I'm long gone but I'll let you through You may decide it's not for you I'm long gone, but I'll let you through You may decide there's nothing theree
Born in a junkyard
Gone
I'm long gone but I'll let you through You may decide that it's not that good I'm long gone but I'll let you leave You may decide on stopping me
Gone
Curmudgeon
I can't hide no, on the mantle I'm not sad, till i'm home
It's the season, and I'm all reason I have seen, and I have grown
She's at the seams She don't need (x3) In the seams (x3) She don't need Not the seams
I'm a lecher, I'm a planter I put something, in the garden
In the handle, on the mantle I'm not Santa, I'm not God
I want a lady, can you save me It's the sulfur, I have drunk
Tis the season, I'm all reason I have fleas, so run on home
She's at the seams She don't need (x6) At the seams (x2) She don't need
D-7
Straight as an arrow Defect defect Not straight, not so straight Reject reject Towards anti-social Solo solo Standing on the stairs Cold, cold morning Ghostly image of fear Mayday mayday Gonna leave this region They'll take me with them
Dimension seven
Do You Love Me?
You really like my limousine You like the way the wheels roll You like my seven inch leather heels And goin' to all of the shows
But... Do you love me? Really love me? Do you love me?
You like the credit cards and private planes Money can really take you far You like the hotels and fancy clothes And the sound of electric guitars
You really like rock 'n' roll All of the fame and the masquerade You like the concerts and studios And all the moeny honey that I make
Your backstage pass and black sunglasses Make you look just like a queen Even the fans they know your face From all of the magazines
Even In His Youth
Even in his youth he was nothing Kept his body clean going nowhere Daddy was ashamed he was something Smears the family name he was something
Leave this form before you're through I've got nothing left to prove If I die before I wake Hope I don't come back a slave
Help Me, I'm Hungry
Hold me, there's too much tension Grade me, I'm fucking hungry Help me, I'm fucking cornered Grade me, you might be right
Lightning fucking around in my head Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up People freaking every day White lights inside What do you want
Cold naked man, picked off his scabs and Fed them to the pigeons Help him, he's fucking cornered Grade him it might be fun
Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...
Hold me, something's happening Help me, somebody help me Hold me, I'm fucking hungry Help me, I'm right here, who are you?
Naked man (you say you saw) Fed them, to the pigeons Help him, he's fucking cornered Grade him, it might be fun
Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...
Help me, I'm fucking hungry Help me, I'm fucking up Hold me, some fucking help
Here She Comes Now
Aah, if she ever comes now now
Aah, she looks so good Aah, she's made out of wood She says so
If You Must
I can read, I can write I can breathe, proven fact Bless my greed, greased unfold Is it me, or my ego Write some words, make them rhyme Pieces for, story line Set the mood, something new Is it me, or my attitude
If you want, to belong And you miss, the extremes The extremes, acted out Practicing Perfecting Pressuring Unto to me
I will wade, in the fire To explain, your asylum Idle times, analyzing We'll compare, all our sightings, come on
I speak, to hear, my voice
I Hate Myself And Want To Die
Running nose and runny yolk Even if you have a cold still You can cough on me again I still haven't had my full fill
In the someday -- What's that sound? End it someday -- What's that song?
Broken heart and broken bones Finger pressing down the horse pills
One more quirky cliched phrase You're the one I wanna refill
(spoken very softly behind the guitar)
Words are broken lives Five pieces of board, turned around attached to the skull by common wood screws A child would like to do it
In His Room (In His Hands)
He is gonna chase you in and out of a dream You're not gonna thank him and I'm tired of this dream Take him on occassion in the back of the room If they don't show any affection he'll died in June
See the stab wounds in his hands See him dying in his room He's dying in his room He's dying in his room Heading for me, heading this way He is coming, I don't care
I don't want to thank you, well I don't mind Gave his only pleasures to a friend of mine He's not gonna catch you in a lighted room You don't thank him I know I should
See the stab wounds in his hands You killed him, I don't care Keep a promise, you would too Keep a promise, you would too See the silence in his head He is coming, I don't care
We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind They don't want to thank him, they don't have any time In a conversation whom they don't know They don't have any patience, they're becoming slow
See a famine in his head See him coming at their heels He loves you, give him a chance I don't love him, I don't care See him starving, give her hell It is over, we don't care In His Room
Marigold
He's there in case I want it all He's scared cause I want
He's scared in case I want it all He's scared cause I want
All in all the clock is slow Six color pictures all in a row Of a marigold
He's there in case I want it all He's scared cause I want
He's there in case I want it all He's there cause I want
Moist Vagina
She has a moist vagina I particularly enjoy the circumference I'll be sucking warts off her anus
I prefer her to any other Marijuana
The Money Will Roll Right In
I'm goin' to Hollywood, they'll see that I'm so good I won't care how I feel, and I'll get to fuck Brooke Shields
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in
I want to be a star, I'm going to have a car And you'll have to admit, I'll be rich as shit I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in
I would give you some, if you only would have treated me nice You'll wish that you did, you'll feel pretty stupid I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in
It's fun to be a star, it's nice to have a car Yeah, you'll have to admit, that I'll be rich as shit And I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in
The money will roll right in
Oh, The Guilt
She seems to think, she seems too week She takes a week to get over it
She likes the sea, she likes to see She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sound, she likes the sand She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit
She likes to be (x3) She's into guilt Guilt (x3)
She likes to think, she likes to drink She seems too weak, she takes all the rent
She likes the time, she owns the time She borrows time, to self-invent
She seems too weak, she likes to see She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sand, she likes to stand She likes to sit, she likes to go Go (x3)
She likes to be (x3) She likes to go Go (x7)
Opinion
Congratulations, you have won It's a years subscription of bad puns If it makes you a story, i'm concerned And you set it up, before it burns
My opinions My opinions My opinions My opinions
Well there seems to be a problem here When the state of emotion seems to clear Well they rise and fall like Wall Street stock And they have an effect on how people talk
Our opinions Our opinions Our opinions My opinions
Pay To Play
Monkey see, monkey do...I don't know why Walk around, follow you...I don't know why Throw it out, keep it in...I don't know why Have to have poison skin...I don't know why
Pay Pay to play
Walk an inch, take a mile...I don't know why Never faded, never smiled...I don't know why Never mind, eat and run....I don't know why Fuck your ass, for the fun....I don't know why
Pay Pay to play
Return Of The Rat
You better watch out You better beware They're coming from all sides of the country You better beware
Return of the rat No, no, no, no
They better confess Well, they better confess I know, I seen them do it They better confess
Spank Thru
This song is for lovers out there And the little light in the trees And all the flowers have gingivitis And the birds fly happily We're together once again my love I hit your back, oh baby baby I can't explain just why We lost it from the start Cause living without you girl You'll only break my heart
I can feel it I can hold it I can mend it I can shape it I can mold it I can cut it I can taste it I can spank it Smack it, beat it, masturbate it
I've been looking for days now Always hearing the same old City boy won't you spank thru I can make you do things you won't think you ever could
Spectre
To hope is admittance Feed before beginning Double-sided cynics Reflected images Don't be so selfish Leaving the image Follow it far To find where you are You haven't grown Go on alone
Never finished his sentence Remained in seclusion For the next few days Family is circuling He having moved up All the styles of heresy Finally he appeared unexpectedly Looking for company
Talk To Me
Shake it down easy, shake it down sleazy, come on Shake it down easy, shake yourself, Suzy, come on
Don't let me detain you Try to ride along Don't you lie, knowing I am not sad I am not silly I am not chippin' I am not chippin' away
Talk to me In your own language, please In your own Talk to me In your own language please
Shake it down easy, make it sound seamy, doll man Make it sound now, make it full house, sad man
Leader of the band Makes a mental hell I won't weather it well Well I never Saw it with my arm Paint it with my hear Paint it with my eyes and make it right
Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man
You don't want to hear this Nothin' but a whore I will play the leader With pain Now you know I'm needy Lay them down easy Lay them down easy
Talk to me In your own language please
Verse Chorus Verse
And if you save yourself You will make him happy He'll keep you in a jar And you'll think you're happy He'll give you breathing holes And you'll think you're happy He'll cover you with grass And you'll think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room You're in a laundry room The clue that came to you, oh
And if you guard yourself You will think you're happy He'll keep you in a jar
