Lyrics to (Rare Nirvana Songs Part 1)
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
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
Then you’ll make him happy
He’ll give you breathing holes
Then you’ll think you’re happy
He’ll cover you with dust
Then you’ll think you’re happy now
And if you fool yourself
You will make him happy
He’ll keep you in a jar
Then you’ll think you’re happy
He’ll give you breathing holes
Then you will seem happy
You’ll wallow in your shit
Then you’ll think you’re happy now
