Channelling Kurt Donald Cobain

 

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Channelling Kurt Donald Cobain

This Kurt Cobain story is simply him talking to his fans, reflecting about his life and ultimately his sudden death.

It ends with a positive Kurt sending a goodwill message to his fans.

A recent monologue for a film project on hold due to covid from The Great In-Between.

The auditions were amazing. One inspired actor in particular nailed it.

With good luck, I may make it on 2024.

Did I channel Kurt Cobain at 3 am?

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Hey

I see you

Will

Come as you are

To my new Wishkah River

Will you

Climb over everything in your way 

From that room

To look in my cheap

Tom Moore cigar box 

My lawgiver

Where old apologies loved to gig

Like a red rose

When I once got out my rig

To really bloom

Do you want to come

To me

So

We can talk about

Here in my candlelit hotel tomb 

Where you slept late

Last night

Marander

 Tobi

Kathleen

And all you watching and

Listening 

Will you come

Soon

So we can sip some lithium together

In wild groups

To beat depression and get so high

That we'll cry and talk about a girl 

About being a son

And all that's in-between

Here under this grey new sky

We'll dive right into the smell of Teen Spirit

And

With the rising of the White midnight sun

We'll hide somewhere

In my new Nevermind

Under a new bridge

In a sacred place

Where I’ll play solo and

Put on a new lounge act

We'll drink some cheap wet champagne 

Whilst high on cocaine 

Until there's

Nobody standing in our way

With no corrupt police officers

To arrest or read us

Lame laws

Like drunk accessories before the fact

We’ll breed aimlessly

With the Nameless

Endlessly

High on this new love buzz

Finally, you know

I'm on a new plane

Where I no longer want

To die 

I was made by The Unholy Priest of the Street

Standing on the corner

Selling drugs

In Tacoma, Washington

It’s why I became a singer

And for my generation

For I'm a true performer

I still love you all

I’m so really sorry but I was made 

By others

To go

And now with the aging of

Of a wise apprentice

I wish I could touch all your soft tears

As you cry

But I'm just a negative creep

Going back to the

Tall Guy

Where I can now run free

Just another servant

To the Old Music

Now one of its

27 Slaves

Serving old California Biscuits and cold tea

Singing grunge songs

To drain you

On my yellow snappy beach

Beside this black sea

Reaching down

Through this circle of salt

Still trying to stop

Sinning with William 

The true King of the Beat

Jamming with

Jimmy Hendrix

And The Black Star

David Bowie

The man who once sold the world 

For a golden trophy

To prove he wasn’t a phony

So you'll see

To really love rock and roll

From a truly deep place

Where music and wild gigs

Plays all day and night

You need to chase The Dragon and meet us

In those drug-induced dreams

Or will you just

Put on an album

To keep our voices and ass’s

Stuck in your mental jail

Wearing your grey cardigans and badly ripped

Jeans

Just

Come as you are 

Listen to us all

Whispering in the dark

Look into my music

Whenever you need to use it

Listen

To my music 

You have my

Permission to abuse it

I was changed in 1976

This I now know

Generation X

I still love you

Even though

I'm in here

Just singing still 

From the shores by the River Styx

I once played No-on-Nine

For you 

Because I just loved the thought

You were all mine

I no longer drink pennyroyal tea

For I'm now free

 

I once found a hard love

That led me

Straight to the cold beaches of hell 

Under her spell 

And it’s funny

As I look out

The way most people soon start to love the dead

For once you cross over 

They sell all your stuff and

They're made for life

You just have to follow all the evidence

For the truth

Whatever is still said

I've heard something wild

From Jimmy

In here

Jesus does not will that any go to hell 

But desires that you would embrace his knock

Upon your heart

And let Him in

He wills to save you 

But will not save you 

From sin 

Against your will

You have to let him in

To begin a new start

I once heard him call

You know

It’s why I still stand in front of this alabaster door 

Between worlds and knock

And 

If anyone hears my voice and

Turns that key in their lock

And opens the door

I will come and drink with them 

And them with me

I’ll always listen to you

From here in the Great In-Between

Will you listen to me

So we can meet 

Underneath this Green everlasting Sea

And light up the world 

As crows sing 

In unison

From The Black Gallow Trees

(C)

Copyright John Duffy