JESUS DON'T WANT ME FOR A SUNBEAM
(VERSION BY K. COBAIN)
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.
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.
9 comments:
This is great because Jesus doesn't want me for a sunbeam either. I like to think however, that if he were alive now he might want me for a radical ass kicker instead!
I've no doubt at all that you are correct on this. However, he may fear you fighting for the wrong side and thus try to thwart your schemes. Maybe turn Rex into a ficus plant and you into one of those three-legged dogs everyone feels so sorry for, to be mobbed by bleeding-heart do-gooders.
No no! I'd stay on his good side so as to get plenty of free baguettes and Cab Sav.
Don't forget the fish!
Oh and maybe if the Rex hex was successful we might get a few figs too?
You know the rules. Keep your hands off my fruit until it's ripe.
This reminds me of listening to the radio one summer about seven or eight years ago. The DJ had just played Smells like Teen Spirit and was amazed to get a call from a young scally desperate to know who the band was - she hadn't bothered to metion the band's name or the track title for obvious reasons.
Lol. Well some people are late to the party. Sometimes I envy them!
You could find endless examples with artist like Leonard Cohen, Scott Walker, Dead Can Dance, Joy Division, The Smiths (in America), Nick Cave, Nick Drake, so many many other auteurs who made little mainstream wake in their day but who's ripples eventually found all corners of the pond.
We all had to come aboard sometime, to mix my metaphors inexcusably and yet here I'm capable of fixing my prose as I type and still I don't.
It's my way of being a Strunk and White punk.
I don't think the handling or misuse of Rex's fruit would have caused any consternation in the Garden of Eden or warranted a decree of banishment, probably just a cursory over-the-shoulder glance from the big fella, who would then've continued to tally all the different species and feng shui positions of every clubmoss he'd just breathed life into. Just a guess on my part.
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