Kurt Cobain elso verse 
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I hate Mom, I hate Dad,
Dad hates Mom, Mom hates Dad
It simply makes you want to be so sad 
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Kurt Cobain búcsúlevele 
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To Boddah
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would
rather be an emascluated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be
pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock101 courses over the years, since my
first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and
the embracement of your community has proven to be very true . I haven't
felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with
reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words
about about these things.
For example when we're backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar
of the crowd begins, it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddy
Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the love and adoration from the
crowd, which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't
fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst
crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending
as if I'm having 100% fun.
Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk
out on stage . I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and
I do, God believeme I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that
I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of
those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too
sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm
I once had as a child.
On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people
I've known personally and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over
the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good
in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me
feel too fucking sad. The sad little sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man.
Why don't you just enjoy it? I dont know!
 
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter
who reminds me too much of what I used to be , full of love and joy ,
kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do
her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point where I can barely function.
I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive,
death rocker that I've become.
I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven,
I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems
so easy for people to get along and have empathy. Only because I love and
feel sorry for people too much I guess.
Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters
and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody, baby!
I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out
than to fade away.
Peace, Love, Empathy
Kurt Cobain
Frances and courtney, I'll be at your altar.
Pleas keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU! 
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Courtney Love beszéde 
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      Kedves Nirvana rajongó! A következokben Courtney Love-nak, Kurt Cobain egykori feleségének üzenetét olvashatod, melyet 1994. április 10-én mondott el Seattle-ben, Kurt Cobain emlékére. A beszéd keretén belül több részletet is felolvasott Kurt búcsúlevelébol. 
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I don't really know what to say. I feel the same way you guys do. If you guys don't think that I
had to sit in this room when he played guitar and sing - I feel so honored to be near him -
you're crazy. Anyway, he left a note. It's more like a letter to the fucking editor. I don't know
what happened. I mean, it was gonna happen. It could have happened when he was 40. He
always said he was going to outlive everybody and be 120. I'm not gonna read you all the
note, because it's none of the rest of your fucking business, but some of it is to you. I don't
really think it takes away his dignity to read this, considering that it's addressed to most of you.
He's such an asshole. I want you all to say asshole really loud.
Kurt says: "This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the wording's from the Punk
Rock 101. Over the years, it's my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with
independence, and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't
felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music, along with really writing for too
many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things. For example, when we're
backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowd begins, it doesn't affect me the
way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love and relish in the love and
admiration from the crowd" - Well Kurt, so fucking what? Then don't be a rock star, you
asshole - "which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of
you. It simply isn't fair to you or to me. The worst crime I could think of would be to rip
people off by faking it and pretending I'm having 100 percent fun." No, Kurt, the worst crime I
can think of is for you to just continue being a rock star when you fucking hate and just fucking
stop. "Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out onstage.
I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it, and I do. God, belive me, I do. But it's
not enough. I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. I
must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too
sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm I had as a child. On our
last three tours I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally
and as fans of our music. But I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and the empathy I
have for everyone. There's good in all of us, and I simply think I love people too much" - So
why didn't you just fucking stay? - "so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad,
little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man". Oh, shut up, bastard. "Why don't you just
enjoy it? I don't know."
Then he goes on to say personal things to me that are none of your damn business, personal
things to Frances that are none of your damn business. "I have it good, very good, and I'm
grateful. But since the age of 7, I've become hateful towards all humansin general only because
it seems so easy for people to get along and have empathy" - Empathy! - "only because I love
and feel sorry for people too much, I guess. Thank you all from the pit of my burning,
nauseous stomach for your letters and concern over the past years. I'm too much of an erratic,
moody baby, and I don't have the passion anymore, so remember" - And don't remember this,
because this is a fucking lie - "it's better to burn out then to fade away." God, you asshole.
     "Peace, Love, Empathy,
     Kurt Cobain."
Then there's some personal things that are none of your damn business. And just remember,
this is all bullshit. But I want you to know one thing: That '80s tough-love bullshit - it doesn't
work. It's not real. It doesn't work. I should have let him, we all should have let him, have his
numbness. We should have let him have the thing that made him feel better, we should have let
him have it, instead of trying to strip away his skin. You go home, and you tell your parents,
"Don't you ever try that tough-love bullshit, because it doesn't fucking work." That's what I
think when I'm lying in our bed, and I'm really sorry, and I feel the same way you do. I'm really
sorry, you guys. I don't know what I could have done. I wish I'd have been here, and I wish I
had listened to other people, but I didn't. Every night I've been sleeping with his mother, and I
wake up in the morning, I think it's him, because her body's sort of the same. And I have to go
now. Just tell him he's a fucker, OK? Just say, "Fucker, you're a fucker," and that you love
him.

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EXKLUZÍV!
 
Kurt Cobain emlékére:
 
"Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds incircled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. "