Nirvana - Unplugged In New York ------------------------------ 1994 GEFFEN Kurt Cobain: lead vocals, guitar Krist Novoselic: bass Dave Grohl: drums, background vocals Pat Smear: guitar ABOUT A GIRL I need an easy friend I do, with an ear to lend I do think you fit this shoe I do but you have a clue I'll 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 to, I do keep a date with you. I'll 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 but you have a clue I'll 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 For free I do I do I do 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 enemia memoria memoria memoria Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach As I want you to be As a trend, as a friend, as an old enemia memoria memoria memoria And I swear that I don't have a gun No 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 No I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun memoria JESUS WANTS ME FOR A SUNBEAM (Vaselines Cover) Cello by Lori Goldston Accordian by Krist Novoselic Bass by Dave Grohl 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 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 THE MAN WHO SOLD THE WORLD (David Bowie Cover) Cello by Lori Goldston We passed upon the stair We spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there He said I was his friend Which came as a 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 gazley stare With multi-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 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 I'm anemic royalty DUMB Cello by Lori Goldston I'm not like them But I can pretend The sun is gone But I have a light The day is done But I'm having fun I think I'm dumb Or maybe just happy Think I'm just happy Think I'm 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 Have a hangover Have a hangover Skin the sun Fall asleep Wish away The soul is cheap Lesson learned Wish me luck Soothe the burn Wake me up I'm not like them But I can pretend The song is gone But I have a light The day is done But I'm having fun I think I'm dumb Or maybe just happy Think I'm just happy Think I'm just happy Think I'm just happy I think I'm dumb I think I'm dumb I think I'm dumb I think I'm dumb I think I'm dumb I think I'm dumb I think I'm dumb I think I'm dumb I think I'm dumb I think I'm dumb I think I'm dumb I think I'm dumb POLLY Cello by Lori Goldston Polly wants a cracker I think I should get off of her first I think she wants some water To put out the blow torch It isn't me We have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help To help myself I've got some rope You have been told I promise you I have been true Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help To help myself Polly wants a cracker Maybe she would like more food She asks me to untie her A chase would be nice for a few It isn't me We have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help To help myself I've got some rope You have been told I promise you I have been true Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help To help myself Polly said.. Polly says her back hurts And she's just as bored as me She caught me off my guard It amazes me, the will of instinct It isn't me We have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help To help myself I've got some rope You have been told I promise you I have been true Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help To help myself ON A PLAIN Cello by Lori Goldston I'll start this off without any words I got so high that I scratched 'til 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 brother 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 I can't complain I'm on a plain Somewhere I have heard this before In a dream my memory has stored As a defense I'm neutered and spayed What the hell am I trying to say It is now time to make it unclear 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? One more special message to go And then I'm done then 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 SOMETHING IN THE WAY Cello by Lori Goldston 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 okay to eat fish, 'Cause they don't have any feelings Something in the way Something in the way, ya Something in the way Something in the way, ya Something in the way Something in the way, ya 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 okay to eat fish, 'Cause they don't have any feelings Something in the way Something in the way, ya Something in the way Something in the way, ya Something in the way Something in the way, ya Something in the way Something in the way, ya PLATEAU (Meat Puppets Cover) Guitar by Krist Novoselic Guitar by Curt Kirkwood Background Vocals by Cris Kirkwood Bass by Cris Kirkwood Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers and 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 The nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words When you've 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 took was fun The nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau Some say it was in 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 OH, ME (Meat Puppets Cover) Guitar by Krist Novoselic Guitar by Curt Kirkwood Bass by Cris Kirkwood If I had to lose a mile If I had to touch feeling 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 feeling 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 Infinity Deep inside of me LAKE OF FIRE (Meat Puppets Cover) Guitar by Krist Novoselic Guitar by Curt Kirkwood Background Vocals by Cris Kirkwood Bass by Cris Kirkwood Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake of fire and fry Won't see them again till the fourth of July I knew a lady who came from Duluth She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to her grave just a little too soon And she flew away howling on the yellow moon Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake of fire and fry Won't see them again till the fourth of July Now the people cry and the people moan And they look for a dry place to call their home And try to find some place to rest their bones While the angels and the devils Try to make their own Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake of fire and fry Won't see them again till the fourth of July ALL APOLOGIES Cello by Lori Goldston 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 I'm 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 freezerburn Choking on the ashes of her enemy In the sun In the sun I feel as one In the sun In the sun I'm married buried married married All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are WHERE DID YOU SLEEP LAST NIGHT (Leadbelly Cover) Cello by Lori Goldston 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 the drivin' 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 Shiver for me 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, in the pines, where the sun don't ever shine I would shiver the whole night through