Cobain: Montage of Heck Page #10

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I become boring or I lose my edge

or whatever it is, you know.

And who knows?

I don't have

any new songs right now,

so I'm starting from scratch

for the first time.

- Tabula rasa, that'll be interesting.

- Yeah.

Is there a little

fear of the unknown?

Yeah, definitely.

Check, check, check.

Check, check, check.

Turn both guitars down.

- Turn both guitars down now.

- They're too loud.

Scott,

you know that goofy-ass stuff

that they have at music

stores called "Finger-ease"?

- That's a lot better.

- Thanks.

It's like an anal gel.

If I could just put some

on this string...

"Finger-ease"?

It's called

"Finger-ease"

that your...

Yeah, it's like a roll-on.

I just need it on one string.

God, I'm being picky today.

Baby.

Will you guys, like...

Will you and Janet

and everybody that I know

sit in the front

so I can look at you?

'Cause I hate strangers.

One, two, three.

Thank you.

Any requests?

- "Teen Spirit"!

- "Sliver"!

"Drain You"!

- "Been A Son"!

- "Serve the Servants"!

Remember the little black

bird on "Davey and Goliath"?

- The little what?

- Black bird on "Davey and Goliath,"

sing, "Kumbaya"?

No,

I don't remember the little bird.

Remember that

really evil episode

where he was really mad

at this kid,

and he had all these visions

of how he's going to...

First I'm going to take him up to a hill

and tie him to a tree

and tar and feather him!

It was evil.

That wasn't Christian at all.

What else should I be?

All apologies

What else should I say?

Everyone is gay

What else should I write?

I don't have the right

What else should I be?

All apologies

In the sun

In the sun I feel as one

In the sun

In the sun

Married

Buried

Married

Buried

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

All in all is all we are

All in all is all we are

All in all is all we are

All in all is all we are

All in all is all we are

All in all is all we are

All in all is all we are...

- All in all is all we are...

- I'm a ham ham.

All in all is all

we are.

- What do you want?

- I don't know.

Do you want to go play

someplace?

- Yeah.

- What do you want to do?

I'm going to play

tape recorders.

- Frances?

- Christmas Day, 1993, Frances Bean Cobain.

Mmm, I'm thirsty.

Ah!

Yabba-dabba-doob!

Ooh, this is nice.

Johnny Rotten, Larry Cohen,

Led Zeppelin, and the Beatles, that's you.

Did you say Bob Dylan?

You don't tell stories the way he does,

but, I mean...

You mean like this?

Seen it, done it.

I feel kind of happy right now.

Yeah, I do, too.

We're all sensitive

to ridicule and shame,

but it seemed to me,

having gone through his materials,

that he was hypersensitive...

Felt criticism, felt praise,

felt things

a little more intensely.

Probably.

You know, he was so sensitive

that the one time that I

thought about cheating on him,

he f***in' must have been

psychic or something.

I thought about it.

I didn't do it,

but I thought about it.

You never cheated on Kurt?

No, but I almost did one time,

and he knew it,

and I don't know

how he knew it.

I have no idea how he knew it.

I mean, I didn't...

Because the plan didn't ever go anywhere.

So, it was just...

Nothing happened,

but I was tired and I...

I'm not...

I wasn't as monogamous as he is...

I'm a big flirt,

so I flirt with chairs.

But I never,

never cheated on him,

but I certainly thought about

it one time in London.

And I could have done it.

And the response to it was...

he took 67 Rohypnols

and ended up in a coma

because I thought about

cheating on him.

I mean, f***.

You're kidding.

I didn't even make

the phone call to do it.

So why do you think

he chose that night

to try to take his life?

Was it because

he felt rejected?

I think he would see it more as, like,

severe betrayal than rejection.

You know what I mean?

My girl, my girl

Don't lie to me

Tell me where did you sleep

last night?

In the pines, in the pines

Where the sun

don't ever shine

I would shiver

the whole night through

My girl, my girl,

where will you go?

I'm going where

the cold wind blows

In the pines, in the pines

Where the sun

don't ever shine

I would shiver

the whole night through

Her husband was

a hardworking man

Just about a mile from here

His head was found

in a driving wheel

But his body

never was found

My girl, my girl

Don't lie to me

Tell me where did you sleep

last night?

In the pines, in the pines

Where the sun

don't ever shine

I would shiver

the whole night through

My girl, my girl

Where will you go?

I'm going where

the cold wind blows

In the pines, the pines

The sun, shine

I'd shiver

The whole

Night through.

Thank you.

Ain't it a shame

to go fishing on a Sunday?

Ain't it a shame?

Ain't it a shame

to go fishing on a Sunday?

Ain't it a shame?

Ain't it a shame

to go fishing on a Sunday

When you got Monday,

Tuesday, Wednesday

Or Thursday,

Friday, Saturday?

Ain't it a shame?

Ain't it a shame to have

a drink on a Sunday?

Ain't it a shame?

Ain't it a shame to have

a drink on a Sunday?

Ain't it a shame?

Ain't it a shame to have

a drink on a Sunday

When you got Monday,

Tuesday, Wednesday

Or Thursday,

Friday, Saturday?

Ain't it a shame?

Ain't it a shame?

Ain't it a shame?

Ain't it a shame?

Ain't it a shame?

Ain't it a shame?

Shame, shame, shame?

Load up on guns,

bring your friends

It's fun to lose

into pretend

She's overboard

and self-assured

Oh, no, a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, hello

Hello, hello, hello, hello

Hello, hello, hello, hello

Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out,

it's less dangerous

Here we are now,

entertain us

Acting stupid

and contagious

Here we are now,

entertain us

A mulatto, an albino

A mosquito, my libido

Yeah

Hey

Yay

With the lights out,

it's less dangerous

Here we are now,

entertain us

Acting stupid

and contagious

Here we are now,

entertain us

A mulatto, an albino

A mosquito, my libido

A denial

A denial

A denial

A denial

A denial

A denial

A denial

A denial

A denial.

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