Caro Kurt,

dopo 26 anni oggi siamo noi su quel plateau che così raccontavi:

Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds

Ci dicono che bisogna ‘resistere’, che presto dal plateau inizieremo a scendere.

You see a lot up there but don’t be scared
Who needs action when you got words

Con la tua versione il pezzo dei Meat Puppets è diventato il gioiello dell’Unplugged che tutti conosciamo…in questa giornata ci sembra la preghiera più bella per ricordarti….

KURT COBAIN

In loving memory
20.02.1967 – 5.04.1994

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

Nothing on 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

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

Nothing on 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