Sometimes there's nothing to feel
Sometimes there's nothing to hold
Sometimes there's no time to turn away
Sometimes you just feel so old
The times it hurts just to cry
The times it hurts just to be
And then there's no time to turn away
And all you want is to be

Fight fight fight
Just push it away
Fight fight fight
Just push it, until it breaks
Fight fight fight
Don't howl like a dog
Fight fight fight
And fill the sky with love
Fight fight fight
Don't howl at the pain
Fight fight fight
Or watch yourself burn again
Fight fight fight
Fight 'til you drop
Fight fight fight
And never never
Never never never never stop
Stop

Fight fight fight
Fight fight fight
Fight fight fight
Fight fight fight

So when the hurting starts
And when the nightmares begin
Remember, you can fill up the sky
You don't have to give in
Never give in
Never give in
Never give in
Never give in

Don't say what you mean
You might spoil your face
If you walk in the crowd
You won't leave any trace
It's always the same
You're jumping someone else's train

It won't take you long
To learn the new smile
You'll have to adapt
Or you'll be out of style
It's always the same
You're jumping someone else's train

If you pick up on it quick
You can say you were there
Again and again and again
You're jumping someone else's train

It's the latest wave
That you've been craving for
The old ideal
Was getting such a bore
Now you're back in line
Going not quite quite as far
But in half the time
Everyone's happy
They're finally all the same
'cause everyone's jumping
Everyone else's train

Jumping someone else's train
Jumping someone else's train
Jumping someone else's train

got me a movie
i want you to know
slicing up eyeballs
i want you to know
girlie so groovy
i want you to know
don't know about you
but i am un chien andalusia
i am un chien andalusia
i am un chien andalusia
i am un chien andalusia
wanna grow
up to be
be a debaser, (debaser)
debaser, (debaser)
debaser, (debaser)
debaser, (debaser)
debaser, (debaser)
debaser, (debaser)

got me a movie
ha ha ha ho
slicing up eyeballs
ha ha ha ho
girlie so groovie
ha ha ha ho
don't know about you
but i am un chien andalusia
i am un chien andalusia
i am un chien andalusia
i am un chien andalusia

(debaser), debaser
(debaser), debaser
(debaser), debaser
(debaser), debaser
(debaser), debaser
(debaser), debaser

I actually got my eyeball sliced open when my kid was 2. He grabbed a paper he'd drawn on to show me and it sliced my eyeball. That fucker took months and months to heal!

Zero

I've never seen that, before.

Either that song is about Crazy Kurt Lady, like she told me it is, or she is a schizo stalker who is really good at getting inside Cobain's headspace.

You did read my thread about CKL, the one that got trashed, I presume.

Goddamn fucking thread trashers and sandcastle kickers, anyway.

I couldn't help assume it was about CKL. As psycho controlling as I've heard she was and as sensitive as he was (and co-dependent, too, I'd wager) I've little doubt.
I vaguely recall the thread in question, but I'm sure I only skimmed it since the subject makes me sad and angry.
There was a doc I watched that interviewed an old band dude that she tried to use as a sockpuppet before she met Kurt and his description of his experience with her made me shiver. Bitch earned +1,111 creepy points and just keeps racking them up every time I see or hear of her. I feel sorry for their daughter. I can only imagine dealing with her as my mother.

Skim Fail

Crazy Kurt Lady is a person I met last summer, not Courtney Love.

She claims to have been Kurt Cobain's first girlfriend.

If you like, I'll tell you about her.

Repeat for clarity: This person, whom I had met, claims to be Kurt Cobain's first lover, and this person is not Courtney Love.

Once again: Safe (me, myself, author of this post) has met a woman who claims to have known Kurt Cobain from grade school (through junior high, IIRC).

Third time, for the charm: Someone I met told me that the Nirvana piece by Cobain, entitled Heart-shaped Box, is actually about her, and she is not Courtney Love.

Oooooh! Assumption fail!
Do tell.

Smart ass.

Good choice.

I recently got Beatles Rockband. I feel like a 6 year old all over again, only now I can pretend like I can play a guitar instead of just singing only. Pop songs are not the devil.

Some people don't have a choice.
They don't even have a voice they can talk with, to just call their own
So, the first thing they see allows them the right to be, and they go ahead and they follow it

What else do you want?

Do you know what it's called?

"Bad luck."

I played Rock Band at the Halloween party.

During the prior summer, my nephews took the time to give instructions on how to use the game guitar controller, so I didn't look like a total n00b.

Awesome nephews, they are.

That is super cool of your nephews to help out.
Everyone who knows how to play a real guitar that I've seen pick up one of those controllers gets all messed up. It's just a game. The only advantage an actual guitarist has over a lamer gamer is the finger strength and dexterity. This game has actually helped my carpal tunnel by making my fingers move in odd ways they weren't used to.

Be sure to practice your guitar face, too.

It clears the sinuses.

When I was a kid, I took the game of pinball very seriously, the reason being is that my father took the game of pinball serious. In his time, one could play pinball and win money, as the house would pay off high scores. It drew in the rubes.

I studied pinball stance and technique, had favorite machines, and stood there like I was getting paid, only the house had long since halted payouts for pinball.

(say, that sounds like a swell intro for a favorite song) /brb

Great tune! I remember playing pinball for the first time with my second boyfriend who later turned out to be deep in the closet. He came out, though. I'm proud of him for being.
Oh! Pinball! Yeah, I played it for the first time and the thing exploded. I jumped back, he laughed his ass off at me and shoved me back at it. I won a free game, he said. I popped it, he said.
Fun!

Icicle, Icicle
Where are you going
I have a hiding place when spring marches in
Will you keep watch for me
I hear them calling
Gonna lay down
Gonna lay down

Greeting the monster in our Easter dresses
Father says bow your head
Like the Good Book says
Well I think the Good Book is missing some pages
Gonna lay down
Gonna lay down

And when my hand touches myself
I can finally rest my head
And when they say "take of his body"
I think I'll take from mine instead

Getting off, getting off
While they're all downstairs
Singing prayers, sing away
He's in my pumpkin p.j.'s
Lay your book on my chest
Feel the word
Feel the word
Feel the word
Feel it

I could have
I should have
I could have flown
You know
I could have
I should have
I didn't so