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…γιατί το Σήμερα πέρασε και το Χθες δεν ήρθε ακόμη

Kurt Cobain

 

To Boddah

            Load up on guns and bring your friends

Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee.

            It’s fun to lose and to pretend

This note should be pretty easy to understand.

           She’s over bored and self assured

         Oh no, I know a dirty word

All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true.

           Hello, hello, hello, how low?

I haven’t felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things.

           With the lights out it’s less dangerous

         Here we are now, entertain us

For example when we’re back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins, it doesn’t affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy.

           I feel stupid and contagious

        Here we are now, entertain us

The fact is, I can’t fool you, any one of you. It simply isn’t fair to you or me.

           A mulatto

        An albino

        A mosquito

        My Libido

The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I’m having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I’ve tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it’s not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people.

            I’m worse at what I do best

          And for this gift I feel blessed

            Our little group has always been

          And always will until the end

I must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they’re gone. I’m too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.

            Hello, hello, hello, how low?

On our last 3 tours, I’ve had a much better appreciation for all the people I’ve known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can’t get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone.

            And I forget just why I taste

         Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile

There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don’t you just enjoy it? I don’t know!

           I found it hard, it was hard to find

         Oh well, whatever, nevermind

I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm.

           A mulatto

        An albino

        A mosquito

        My Libido

        A denial…

And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can’t stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I’ve become.

                    Hate me,

                    Do it and do it again.

                    Waste me,

                    Rape me my friend.

I have it good, very good, and I’m grateful, but since the age of seven, I’ve become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.

                    My favorite inside source

                    I’ll kiss your open sores

                    Appreciate your concern

                    You’ll always stink and burn

Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I’m too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don’t have the passion anymore, and so remember, it’s better to burn out than to fade away.

                     I’m not the only one

Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain

                     I’m not the only one

Frances and Courtney, I’ll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.

                    I’m not the only one

I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!

                     Hate me,

                     Do it and do it again.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cobain%2C_Kurt

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