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