(Written as lyrics to the music of
"Smells Like Teen Spirit")
Most learned you died
from MTV,
but locals first heard
this tragedy.
From Seattle TV
news and radio,
we, the fans,
received the blow.
Echoes resound hollow,
what happened?
No one will ever know...
KISW, KZOK,
talking heads spoke
your name all day.
A suicide,
or conspiracy?
Was it fame or
was it Courtney?
Was he fed up?
What lead up
to this cover-up?
Oh, shut up!
Yea!
Fame and drugs,
they took their toll,
and many years
from you they stole;
others have looked
to your wife
as a reason you
lost your life.
Gunshot heard
near lakefront shores,
a headline for the media whores...
Local stations
and international
gave their versions,
some were rational.
Emotional rock star,
a music phenom,
he felt strangled by
stardom's freedom.
Inner demon,
lifeline speedin',
couldn't believe in
a joyful livin'.
No!
Were you ever happy?
Folks don't recall,
some saw writing
on the wall.
A life cut short,
but what did they find?
what clues?
Oh, nevermind...
A generation
clung to your words,
clothing style and power chords...
Your name is
etched in history,
but your death
remains a mystery.
Kurt, did you find
your Nirvana?
People can believe
what they wanna
that someone lied
and called it suicide.
Many tears were cried,
why had you died?
Why?
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