Again a Nirvana song. Again, sung with a lone acoustic guitar. And again, by a lady with an irresistible voice. This time, with the name of Scout Niblett. Sappy was planned to come just before All Apologies in the album tracklist, but was omitted from it before its release. Later, the track 'appeared' in a compilation album of various artists as a hidden track.
Even if you are not one of those who are way too proud of smoking scandalous vegetation; even if you don’t wear Nirvana tee-shirts with a blown-up Cobain face; even if you can’t recite Cobain’s suicide note with all the comas correct when woken up from a late night slumber after a hard day; you can still be curious about the song that is considered to be Cobain’s most favourite song which he never was happy about, and its title that was assigned and reassigned to different songs at different times, and still is ambiguous.
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Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
All Apologies
Nirvana lyrics are not to be understood by the words; they are meant to create the mood, rather than a meaning. That’s what the experts say. I have a different theory though. The absurdity, or abstractness, of the lyrics is the result of a commonsensical insight Cobain had. Which he penned down for the song In Bloom. This time, very explicit.
He's the oneAll apologies, what else should he say after that. And when Sinead O’ Connor sings that to you strumming a lone guitar, what else can you say, than to accept that unconditionally!
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don't know what it means
Don't know what it means
And I say... yeaahh
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