For you guys fans of NIRVANA Edited and checked by legend621
Nirvana.Unplugged.Uncut. 11.18.1993
Hello here.
Plectrum?
Good evening.
This is from our first record, most people don't know it.
About A Girl
I need an easy friend
I do, With an ear to lend
I do, Think you fit this shoe
I do, Won't you have a clue
Take advantage while
You hang me out to dry
But I can't see you every night
FOR free
I do...
I'm standing in your line
I do Hope you have the time
I do Pick a number too
I do Keep a date with you
Take advantage while
You hang me out to dry
But I can't see you every night
FOR free
I do...
I need an easy friend
I do With an ear to lend
I do Think you fit this shoe
I do Won't you have a clue
Take advantage while
You hang me out to dry
But I can't see you every night
no I can't see you every night...
free
I do...
Come As You Are
Come as you are
as you were
as I want you to be
As a friend
as a friend
as an old enemy
Take your time
hurry up
the choice is yours
don't be late
Take a rest
as a friend
As an old memoria...
Memoria...
Memoria....
Come doused in mud
soaked in bleach
as I want you to be
As a trend
as a friend
as an old memoria...
Memoria...
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
Memoria...Memoria...Memoria...Memoria...
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun..
Memoria...
Thanks.
This is our friend Lori Goldston on cello.
And this is our new guitar player, Pat.
He's a certified honorary punk rocker.
Thank you.
But he likes Queen better.
This was written by The Vaselines.
Well, it's a rendition of an old Christian song, I think.
But we do it The Vaselines' way.
One, two, three, four.
Jesus Doesn't Want Me For A Sunbeam
Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams arn't made quite like me
Don't expect me to cry
for all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for thee
Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are not made like me
Don't expect me to cry
for all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for thee
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for thee
Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are not made like me
Don't expect me to cry
for all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for thee
I guarantee you I will screw this song up.
So...
- What song is it? - You know which part.
I at least know which part I'll screw up.
- Thanks. - He only screws one up.
The Man Who Sold The World
We passed upon the stair
we spoke in was and when
Although I wasn't there
he said I was his friend
Which came as so surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
a long long time ago
Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World
I laughed and shook his hand
and made my way back home
I searched for form and land
for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
we walked a million hills
I must have died alone
a long long time ago
Who knows?
not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
Thanks. That was a David Bowie song.
Well, thanks.
- That was... - I didn't screw it up, did I?
No.
OK, but here's another one I could screw up.
- What is it? - Am I gonna do this by myself?
- Pennyroyal Tea. - Do it right.
- Are you gonna not sing? - No.
- Do it by yourself. - OK.
Well, I think I'll try it in a different key.
I'll try it in the normal key, and if it sounds bad...
these people will have to wait. We'll do it over.
Do you have a smoke?
Pennyroyal Tea
I'm on my time with everyone
I have very bad posture
Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea
Distill the life that's inside of me
Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea
I'm anemic royalty
Give me a Leonard Cohen afterworld
So I can sigh eternally
I'm so tired I can't sleep
I'm anemic royalty
I'm a liar and a thief
I'm anemic royalty
I'm on warm milk and laxatives
Cherry-flavored antacids
Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea
Distill the life that's inside of me
I'm anemic royalty
That sounded good.
Shut up.
What?
Really?
Let's do it now then.
We can't play those two back-to-back, can we?
- After On A Plain. - OK.
But On A Plain's tuned down to a D.
Let's play 'em back-to-back, who cares?
It'll be edited. This is a television show.
John, we're gonna do Dumb now, dummy.
Dumb
One, two, three, four.
I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Or maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy
My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And have a hangover
Have a hangover
Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up
I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
the day is done
I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Or Maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy
I think I'm Dumb...
We didn't want to play these two songs in a row
because they're exactly the same song.
So...
Ready?
Polly
Polly wants a cracker
I Think I should get off her first
I think she wants some water
To put out the blow torch
Isn't me...have a seed
Let me clip...dirty wings
Let me take a ride...cut yourself
Want some help... please myself
got some rope...have been told
promise you...have been true
Let me take a ride...cut yourself
Want some help...please myself
Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like some food
She asks me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few
Isn't me...have a seed
Let me clip...dirty wings
Let me take a ride...cut yourself
Wants some help...please myself
got some rope...have been told
Promise you... have been true
Let me take a ride...cut yourself
Wants some help...please myself
Polly said...
Polly says her back hurts
And she's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
Amazes me, the will of instinct
Isn't me...have a seed
Let me clip...dirty wings
Let me take a ride...cut yourself
Wants some help...please myself
got some rope...have been told
promise you...have been true
Let me take a ride...cut yourself
Wants some help...please myself
Can I have a little bit more monitors...
lan, my vocals?
Ready?
One, two, three, four.
On A Plain
I'll start this off without any words
I got so high I scratched 'till I bled
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
The finest day that I've ever had
Was when I learned to cry on command
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
My mother died every night
It's safe to say, don't quote me on that
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
The black sheep got blackmailed again
Forgot to put on the zip code
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
I'm on a plain, mmmm
I can't complain, mmmm
I'm on a plain, mmmm
Somewhere I have heard this before
In a dream my memory has stored
As a defence I'm neutered and spayed
What the hell am I trying to say?
It is now time to make it all clear
To write off lines that don't make sense
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
And one more special message to go
And then I'm done, and I can go home
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
Thank you.
Yeah, I need you to do a little beat so I can keep time.
- Can you hear that? - Yeah.
Something In The Way
Underneath the bridge
The tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
But it's ok to eat fish
Cause they haven't any feelings
Something in the way
Ummmmm
Something in the way, yea
Ummmmm
Something in the way
Ummmmm
Something in the way, yea
Ummmmm
Underneath the bridge
The tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
But it's ok to eat fish
Cause they haven't any feelings
Something in the way
Ummmmm
Something in the way, yea
Ummmmm
Something in the way
Ummmmm
Something in the way, yea
Ummmmm
Something in the way
Ummmmm
Something in the way, yea
Ummmmm
Something in the way
Ummmmm
Something in the way, yea
Ummmmm
Thank you.
I only have three cups of tea already but thank you.
- Kumbaya! - Hurry up?
Is that what you said?
Remember the little black bird on Davey And Goliath?
- Little what? - The little black bird sang Kumbaya.
No, I don't remember the little bird.
Remember that really evil episode where he was mad at this kid
and he had all these visions of...
"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.
...Interpretation. - Yeah.
...Old Testament. - Yeah.
What's next?
We're supposed to play the Meat Puppets' song.
Right?
OK, great.
Brothers Meat, come up on stage.
- That's an evil show, it scares me. - Yeah.
It always did when I was a kid.
I thought the last one was your last one?
Shall I go with those guys?
These are the Brothers Meat Puppets.
We're big fans of theirs.
Strap on your gee-tar.
...Down.
- What? - Nail it down.
What does that mean?
Nail what down?
You want us to play Nine Inch Nails songs?
I'm gonna read an anecdote.
Freebird!
I've been waiting for that.
I got a free bird for you right here.
I don't know how.
What do we wanna do first?
Time has come today.
OK. Do you wanna do Plateau first?
What are they tuning, a harp?
We're a rich rock band, we should have a whole bunch of extra guitars.
Plateau
Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belonged to strangers, some to folks you know
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
To beautify the foothills, and shake the many hands
There ain't nothing at the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
See a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words
finished with the mop then you can stop
And look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work it was fun
There ain't nothing at the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
See a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words
Many a hand began to scan around for the next plateau
Some say it was Greenland, and some say Mexico
Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood
But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could
- OK. - That's Curt and that's Cris.
No, I'm Cris.
I'm Thing One, that's Thing Two.
Cover your hair and your eyes then.
OK, this is called Oh, Me.
Oh, Me
If I had to lose a mile
If i had to touch feelings
I would lose my soul
the way I do
I don't have to think
I only have to do it
the results are always perfect
and that's old news
Would you like to hear my voice
Sweetened with emotion
invented at your birth?
I can't see the end of me
My whole expanse I cannot see
I formulate infinity
and store it deep inside of me
If I had to lose a mile
If i had to touch feelings
I would lose my soul
the way I do
I don't have to think
I only have to do it
the results are always perfect
and that's old news
Would you like to hear my voice
Sweetened with emotion
invented at your birth?
I can't see the end of me
My whole expanse I cannot see
I formulate infinity
and store it deep inside of me
...inside of me
You had the words.
One more. This is called Lake Of Fire.
All these songs are off our second record.
Ready-o.
Lake Of Fire
Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Go to a lake of fire and fry
see them again 'till the Fourth of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
Bitten by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
Flew and lay down on the yellow moon
Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Go to a lake of fire and fry
see them again 'till the Fourth of July
People cry and people moan
Look for a dry place to call their home
Try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils try to make 'em their own
Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Go to a lake of fire and fry
see them again 'till the Fourth of July
Thank you. Thanks for your time.
Thank you, Nirvana!
That was the Meat Puppets.
- What now? - Let's see.
- Any requests? - Sliver!
Sliver, that's a good one.
Lead Belly.
How are we supposed to play In Bloom acoustically?
I need a plectrum.
Yeah.
All Apologies
What else should I be
All apologies
What else could I say
Everyone is gay
What else could 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
Married
Buried
I wish I was like you
Easily amused
Find my nest of salt
Everything is my fault
I'll take all the blame
Aqua seafoam shame
Sunburn(with)freezer burn
Choking on the ashes of her enemy
In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun
Married
Buried
Married
Buried
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
All in all is all we are*14
Thank you.
- Wanna try Sliver? - What?
- Maybe. I don't know. - What?
Sliver?
I don't think we should do that one.
You gotta scream in it.
Yeah, I have to scream in it.
Not that I've been doing that all night.
- What else you wanna do? - D-7.
That's not our song. We've been playing covers all night.
Rape Me.
That's for Tori Amos.
- No, I'm sorry, this is the last song... - Shame!
This is the last song of the evening.
- Rape her! - Rape you!
Jeremy.
Play Jeremy!
What are we doing?
- How much time do we have? - An hour about...
I don't even know how to play that.
Neither do I. Everything they've been blurting out I don't know how to play.
In Bloom!
I can't think of anything.
- What about, um... - He'd like some more requests.
- Serve The Servants! - Scentless Apprentice!
Rape Me!
- Was that Kennedy? - I don't think MTV would let us play that.
We can do two things...
Fuck you all, this is the last song of the evening.
What is it?
This was written by my favorite performer.
Our favorite performer, isn't it? All of ours?
You like him the best?
If you could give us a donation... Kurt wants to buy Lead Belly's guitar...
Yeah, this guy representing the Lead Belly estate
wants to sell me Lead Belly's guitar for $500,000.
- We're passing a basket if anybody wants to... - Yeah
I even asked David Geffen personally if he'd buy it for me.
He wouldn't do it.
OK.
Where Did You Sleep Last Night
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 hard working 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, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
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
¡­¡­¡­ sun
¡­¡­¡­.shine
I would shiver the whole night through
Thank you.