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Rating: I have a passion for the b-sides of the artists I love the most: in this way, I have often discovered true goldmines. I had already written about the enormous (both qualitatively and quantitatively) material that the recklessness of Blur had relegated to mere b-sides when any sane group would have lived off them for decades. The Nirvana could not be missing, with their singles, their b-sides, and their rarities extracted from various publications, official and unofficial.
"With The Lights Out" was a good retrospective box set, perhaps a bit too dispersive: from the three discs and a DVD of published material, they could have easily pulled out a double album, maybe priced as a single, and it would have been an excellent "Incesticide 2", and not a "Cash Cow", as Cobain would have wanted to call "Incesticide" at the time, "oh well, whatever, nevermind".. What I wanted to emphasize and what really matters, in the end, are the emotions I feel every time I play pieces like "Even In His Youth", "Sappy", "Clean Up Before She Comes", true and proper precious gems, incomprehensibly kept hidden from the majority. There's the grunge of "I Hate Myself And I Want To Die" and "Curmudgeon", the obsession of "Moist Vagina" and the tranquility of "Marigold", the only song solely signed by Grohl in the Nirvana catalog, not to mention the splendid covers of Velvet Underground ("Here She Comes Now"), Wipers ("D-7" and "Return Of The Rat") and Leadbelly, the bluesman much loved by Cobain ("Ain't It A Shame", "They Hung Him On A Cross" and "Grey Goose").
And there's his fury of a wounded beast, sometimes lucid ("Taken Eastern Song", "Oh, The Guilt"), sometimes blurred ("If You Must"), sometimes totally blind ("Anorexorcist", "Mrs Butterworth"): always and consistently shocking.
I don't know what Cobain would have done with or without Nirvana: the famous project with Stipe of R.E.M.? A work on wild experimentation becoming "almost psychedelic but with a stronger structure"? A final acoustic album in the style of "Unplugged In New York"? Then I listen to the splendid "You Know You're Right", the last recorded song, and I understand the total futility of asking so many questions: the answer is there, in the alternation between calm and storm, in the liberating screams of an extremely alive and restless author, in the brilliant compositional instinct of one of the most beautiful souls that rock has ever given us.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
02 Even in His Youth (03:06)
Even in his youth
Even in his youth
Even in his youth he was nothing
Kept his body clean
Kept his body clean
Kept his body clean going nowhere
Daddy was ashamed
Daddy was ashamed
Daddy was ashamed he was something
Disgrace the family name
Disgrace the family name
Family name he was something
Read this book, before your though (hard to tell)
I've got nothing left to proove
If I die
Far away
Hope I don't come back to stay
Even in his youth
Even in his youth
Even in his youth he was nothing
Kept his body clean
Kept his body clean
Kept his body clean going nowhere
Daddy was ashamed
Daddy was ashamed
He was ashamed he was nothing
Disgrace the family name
Disgrace the family name
Family name going nowhere
Leave this one, for your though (hard to tell)
I've got nothing left to proove
If I die
Far away
Hope I don't come back to stay
Oh yeah
Read this book, for your through (hard to tell)
I've got nothing left to prove
If I die
Far away
Hope I don't come back again
Ok yeah
Even in his youth
Even in his youth yeah yeah
Even in his youth
Even in his youth yeah yeah
Even in his youth
Yeah yeah
Even in his youth
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
03 Aneurysm (04:50)
Come on over, and do the twist, ah-ha
Over-do it, and have a fit, ah-ha
Love you so much, it makes me sick, ah-ha
Come on over and, do the twist, ah-ha
Beat the outta me (beat it, beat it)
Beat the outta me (beat it, beat it)
Beat the outta me (beat it, beat it)
Beat the outta me (beat it, beat it)
Beat the outta me (beat it, beat it)
Beat the outta me (beat it, beat it)
Beat me outta me (beat it, beat it)
Beat me outta me
Come on over, and do the twist, ah-ha
Over-do it, and have a fit, ah-ha
Love you so much, it makes me sick, ah-ha
Come on over, and shoot the shit, ah-ha
Beat me outta me (beat it, beat it)
Beat me outta me (beat it, beat it)
Beat me outta me (beat it, beat it)
Beat me outta me (beat it, beat it)
Beat me outta me (beat it, beat it)
Beat me outta me (beat it, beat it)
Beat me outta me (beat it, beat it)
Beat me outta me
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
She keeps it pumpin' straight to my heart
She keeps it pumpin' straight to my heart
She keeps it pumpin' straight to my heart
She keeps it pumpin' straight to my heart
She keeps it pumpin' straight to my heart
She keeps it pumpin' straight to my heart
She keeps it pumpin' straight to my heart
She keeps it pumpin' straight to my heart
05 Endless, Nameless (06:46)
Silence, here I am.
Here I am, silent.
Bright and clear, it's what I am.
I have died.
Mother,
Mother,
Mother,
Mother.
Death with violence,
Excitement right here.
Died, go to hell.
Here I am right here.
No mas,
No mas,
No mas,
No mas.
Death is what I am.
Go to hell, go to jail,
In back of that crime.
Here I am, take a chance.
Dead!
Die!
13 Curmudgeon (03:01)
I can't hide, no
On the mantle
I'm not sad
Until I'm home
It's the season
I'm all reason
I have seen
All I have grown
Sheared at the seams
Cheat on me
And not seen
At the seams
I'm a lender
I'm a planter
I put something
In the garden
In the handle
On the mantle
I met Santa
I met God
I'm a lady
Can you save me?
It's the sulfur
I have grown
'Tis the season
I'm all reason
I have fleas
So run on home
14 Heart-Shaped Box (04:40)
She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
Your advice
Your advice
16 Marigold (02:37)
He's there in case I want it all
He's there cause I want
He's scared cause I want it all
He's there 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 there cause I want
He's scared cause I want it all
He's there cause I want
All in all the clock is slow
Six color pictures all in a row
Of a marigold
19 Moist Vagina (03:35)
She has a moist vagina
I particularly enjoy the circumference
And the circular walls of her anus
I prefer her to any other
Marijuana
Marijuana
Marijuana
She had a moist vagina
I prefered her to any other
Marijuana (x11)
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