Status

Nirvana Song

Song Author

Kurt Cobain

Writing Period

1991

Recording Session(s)

March 1991 - Boom box / 4-track demos

May to June 1991 - Sound City, Van Nuys CA {prod by Butch Vig}

Notes

A 1:10 clip of this song surfaced in the late '90s ('97 or '98?) when The Stranger published an article on their site and included links to the song in both WAV and RealAudio formats. Krist Novoselic was rumored to have been the person that provided the tape to The Stranger. The song was originally found on an early '90s boombox recording that was given to Butch Vig a week before the Nevermind sessions.

Kurt Cobain later gave the song to Courtney Love and Hole released their rendition on some formats of the '93 EP Beautiful Son, which featured a photo of a young Cobain as the front artwork. Hole also released the song on My Body, The Hand Grenade in '97, and played the song during their 1995.02.14 Unplugged session.

Fake instrumentals of this song have circulated. Apparently someone wanted to prove how easy it was to fool people.

Availability

Releases in the Bootography

Alternate/Working Titles

None Documented

Common Mislabels

None Documented

Mislabels in the Bootography

None Documented

Lyrics

Boombox recording (Interpretation 1)

Some day I will blame my mother
For the reason she became my mother
Some day I will die over
I'm no ?
No more prayers just clean my cover
Some day I will die over

He sings to me tonight
And I know without a doubt
There's no way out of you
Heaven knows
Old age




Boombox recording (Interpretation 2)

I'm not gone to invade my summer
One more breath, could you be my plumber?
Someday I wouldn't find a way to blow her
I'm no breath couldn't be my sugar
One more breath, could you be my plumber?
Someday I wouldn't find a way to blow her

Kill, kill, kill that
In a low I'm gone
Every way I am you, ever know
Over you, over you




From Hole's My Body The Hand Grenade

And I will await your highness
I'm so high I cannot walk
And I will await
You cripple
You take away my pride
My peace, my empathy
No babies sleep on atrophy
Your unborn love and fetal stress
Hard bitter candy, legless caress

What was she for Halloween?
The ugliest girl you've ever seen
Someday she will die alone

What was she for Valentine's?
An old forgotten concubine
Someday she will die for no one

She seems to me to know
All that glitters is sour
All the lies in her place
Jesus saves
Old age (x3)

It's okay to kill your idols
Just pretend you have no rivals
We all know that she is friendless

Spits at mirrors; it's not an issue
Just remove the hateful tissues
We all know her rage is endless

She seems to me to know
All that glitters is sour
All the lies in her place
Jesus saves
Old age (x4)

And then she begs and she says "Pretty please?
I'll make her pure again; I'll make her clean"

No one knows she's Hester Prynne
Someone please tell Anne Boleyn
Chokers are back in again

Someday she won't have to fake it
Living will itself seem sacred
Someday she will just refuse

She seems to me to know
All that glitters is sour
All the lies in her place
Jesus saves
Old age (x3)
Jesus saves
Old age

(Rest in pieces) I'm sorry
(Me in pieces) So sorry
(Rest in pieces) I'm sorry
(Me in pieces) So sorry




From Hole's Unplugged

Rest in peace and me in pieces
Rest in peace and me in pieces

And I will await your highness
I'm so high I cannot talk
And I will awake
You cripple
You take away my time, my peace, my dignity
No babies sleep when you're near me
Your unborn love and fetal dress
Hard bitter candy, fated caress

What was she for Halloween?
The ugliest girl you've ever seen
Someday she will die alone

Someday she won't have to fake it
Living will itself seem sacred
Someday he will die alone

He seemed to me to know
All that glitters is sour
All that lies in his place
Jesus saves
Old age (x3)

It's okay to kill your idols
Just pretend you have no rivals
They all think that she is friendless

Spits at mirrors, it's not an issue
Just remove the hateful tissue
They all think that we were friendless

He seemed to me to know
All that glitters is sour
All that lies in my place
Jesus saves
Old age (x3)
Jesus saves

And I begged him
I said pretty please
Just make me pure again
Just make me clean

What was she for Halloween?
The ugliest girl you've ever seen
Someday she will die alone

What was she for Valentine's?
And old forgotten rape of mine
Someday she will die

He seemed to me to know
All that glitters is sour
All that lies in his place
Jesus saves
Old age (x3)
Jesus saves

Rest in peace and me in pieces
Rest in peace and me in pieces
Peace in pieces
(I'm sorry.. so sorry.. I'm sorry)
He said she said rest in peace and
He said she said rest in pieces