From Kurt Cobain's Journals (page 143, transcribed by DN member BleachedBlack)
Lucky black sheep blackmailed Ill see you in court I got so high I scratched til I bled At the end of rainbows and of your rope I was drawn into the magnet tar pit
Grass is greener over here leads to burning bridges clear Reinventing what we knew I can’t wait until I sued
Your the reason I feel pain it feels so good to feel again
Saline on the ocean in a tank of fumes wheres my stamp collection? Im becoming bored have another baby its not filled up yet Ive lost all my contacts and lack or iron I saw Jesus face in wood panelling
From Kurt Cobain's Journals (page 144, transcribed by DN member BleachedBlack)
Neither side is sacred – no one wants to win – feeling so sedated think Ill just give in – taking medication till my stomach’s full – Im a moody baby
Grass is greener – over here – Youre I
Reinventing what we knew I cant wait until im sued.
From Kurt Cobain's Journals
Neither side is sacred
No one wants to win
Feeling so sedated
Think I'll just give in
Takin medication till our stomach's full
Wouldn't wanna fake it if I had a soul
The grass is greener over here
You're the fog that keeps me clear
You're the reason I feel pain
Feels so good to feel again
Have to wonder why I'm green
I have to puke ya out of me
Maybe when I'm younger I'll refuse to grow
Injecting nutrition progress moves too slow
Maybe when i'm older I'll hold my stomach in
Maybe when I'm ready we could try again
1990.08.17 - Hollywood, CA (Interpretation 1)
Givin' conversations in a lottery
Wouldn't wanna fake it and I'm tired you see
Takin' medications in a laundry room
Keepin' conversations in a time in June
See the sunbeams in his hands
Keep it comin' we don't care
Free the silence in his room
Keep it comin' you would too
Informers heading this way
Keep it comin' I don't care
Wouldn't wanna fake it and I don't mind
Keeping conversations to a minimum
Givin' medications in a lighted room
Wouldn't wanna fake it and I know I should
See the sunbeams in his hands
Keep it comin' I don't care
Keep a promise it is you
Keep a promise wouldn't you
See the silence in his hand
Keep it comin' I don't care
You don't like it and I don't mind
Wouldn't wanna fake it and I have much time
Keeping conversations to a minimum
Takin' medications 'til my stomach's full
See the silence in his hand
Keep it comin' I don't care
See the yearning in his hands
Keep it comin' I don't care
See the sun beat in her hair
Keep it comin' we don't care
1990.08.17 - Hollywood, CA (Interpretation 2)
Driven conversations, even I can read
Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream
Taking medications, in the back of the room
Driven conversations, he 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
Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind
Giving conversations to a friend of mine
Giving medications, in a lighted room
Wouldn't want to fake it, 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
Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time
Giving conversations, to whom they don't know
Taking medications till my stomach's full.
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
1990.11.25 - Seattle, WA
Wouldn't wanna fake it even if I try
Feelin' so sedated even if I'm high
Takin' medications 'til my stomach's full
Wouldn't wanna fake it burnin' in my hole
See the sunbeams in his hands
See him comin' I'm not scared
See the latter nothin' new
Keep it comin' wouldn't you
Grass is greener over here
Nothin' to tell you I don't care
Wouldn't wanna fake it if I have much time
Feelin' so sedated even when I'm high
Takin' medications 'til my stomach's full
Wouldn't wanna fake it drownin' in my hole
See the sunbeams in his hands
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Audience member: Slam dancers and what's with the P.A.?]
See the latter nothin' new
Keep it comin' wouldn't you
Grass is greener over here
Nothin' to tell you I don't care
Wouldn't wanna fake it even if I try
Feelin' so sedated runnin' and I hide
Takin' medications 'til my stomach's full
Wouldn't wanna fake it goin' in my hole
See the sunbeams in his hand
Keep it comin' I don't care
He is dyin' why aren't you
See the sunbeam it is you
Grass is greener over here
Nothin' to tell you I don't care
Alternative Interpretation
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 occasion 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