Nirvana, Nevermind In We Hole Bloom

It takes a life or two to achieve or mischieve nirvana. Hell oh, it's me, your no body! Hell oh, hell oh, I dunno, hell oh, hell oh, I dunno how low I can go down below. Hell oh, hell oh, I dunno.

Those who know me die-hard hardcore commie in pink pwitty fishy, after my kinda “woo-man-icing, err, ising, I mean izing” career, rumour has it flying, just ignore it, baby, a cuppa melonaires, compare me picador or pickadore or pickadoor, fuck, baby, to Rich Cohen and his “poor fairy tail”. Me co hen, not love revolution cock? Maybee? So, I’m a cooker, not a cook, if you insist. No, I’m not traumatized by pink, not at all, what the fuck so ever! Off intercourse I am! LMFAO

In bullfighting, "picador" trance-slates to picador. It refurs to the horseman who jabs the bull with a lance to weaken its neck and shoulder muscles. Um, sounds like bullshit to me soreta angel, err, pure horseshit, to bee more precise and cumcise.

Of which match laytour, kay? BTW, I don’t eat or ate, err, 8 whales, I prefer other animals. XXXtensive & XXXstatic eyeroll, yours, wait … ultimately true, I gotta catch some fish after all, ‘cause I’m not dead, yet …

Am I fucking stupid or what? Maybee, what? Cupid the fuck out of here, hero, err, zero, I mean arrow my ass! Sorry for such a poetic vulgarity, I’m just reflecting you, on you, err, on my cosmic body, I mean on my soul.

Ah baby, could you please XXXplane to me monkey or my KO, err, OK airbabes, err, airwaves, I mean hairslines whyee I am on DGC Records and whyee our Nirvana Reign mixtape looks & sounds & feels like a drunkyard, err, drunkard’s obeetuary, featuring rather strange songs, wtf?

Err, I can flaunt an adoorable, err, adorebel, I mean adorable pussy(cat) in the world's most genius pants. Don't worry, this is soret of, maybe suitable for work.

MINKANAK

Navigating this crazy world in a skirt can be a tricky task, and try as you might to avoid it, at some point, you'll probably accidentally flash. If it's going to happen, you might as well give a glimpse of an adorable, well-groomed pussy. Minds out of the gutter, please - we mean these seamless pussycat pants.

MINKANAK

Sometimes our lacy undies don't match our super-sassy mood, and sometimes we're in the state of mind of 'all cat, errrythang'. For those glorious days, only these pussy-printed wonder pants will do, so behold them in all their glory and wonder how you've been living without them. I mean me tailor, err, sailor, this shoretour style is a winner for looser boys like me with a dock torate d’gree, who love to spin and twirl like you woo-man.

Nick Cave writes obituary for Shane MacGowan: 'He didn't trust anyone who wasn't completely drunk!' No, Maybee’s not asking for it, not from me.

Oh duda, doubt, this is dude Leonardo and mam DiCaprio in a d’lee-tid “passionate” PG13 scene, soo phunny, LOL! I’d looove to see your face or grimace now, baby!

Why don’t I/you get to know you/me butter, though I’d not re-cum-mend it, wool’d you? Maybee?

4 your info

I’m a mulatto, a fucking albino
A busy mosquito, my reigning libido
Yeah
Hey
Yay

Hey
Wait

We ate

I got a new 8 complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice

I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weaks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Come as you are, as you were

So fucked up

I'm worse at what I do best
And for this rain gift I still feel blessed
My reign of fire nirvana has always been
And always will until the end

I have no idea who would win if we sighkick or psychos competed … just me high falling in low with you … catch me pilot if you flight attendant can … but still, to bee brutally honeyest, you make me feel dumb …

A grinding mischievous person of my nirvana-seeking kind, who draws you, likes to have fun by playing harmless tricks on you and doing things you’re not supposed to do. Fuck, maximalism baby!

You can deny it, but I’m your heart-shaped box, just as you are mine. Ah maximalism baby, I can see you rock back and forth on your eclectic vintage chair like a mischievous child to your all time bent fy-vow-rite grun-d-ge bend Nirvana. Awwtistick, fatal, I’m so fucking minimalistick. We may crack. Um, d’finitely.

Miss Llueve or Miss Rain is equivalent to Miss Cueva or Miss Cave. I sure am Nick Cave you fucking hate missing me! I know why, ‘cause you’re the Queen of Mischief. Yep, the P-lace, err, playc, I mean place I know very well, of which I’m the fucking King! Yeah, I also wonder why you’re not a berry bory beary bury boory mischievous person, wink wink!

And I bed rock with you angel d’noting and bee-long-ing to a hard class of ancient heart philosophers who didn’t belong to and found any recognized skool of thought but selected doctrines from various escools fought. Yeah, we’re the d’ream-y Nirvana kind of people, who derive id-eeas, style, and taste from a whorish clothes broad and d’verse range of sauces, err, sources.

Thank God, that you understand me, heterosexual, err, heterogenius, I mean heterogeneous, selecting what appears to be best in various doc trines, meth-ods, and sty-less. Only you dig me, why I wanna bee in your uterus 25/8, 110%, how I Kurt Pain wanna teach you Courtney Pleasure that your student uterus is a pear-shaped organg that plays a critical pearl role in menstruation, fertility and pregnancy, that it’s hollow and muscular and sits between your rectum and bladder in your pelvis, ‘cause I’m holder, err, folder, I mean anatomy ol’ Dr!

Nirvana was an Ama❤️rican roy, rey ¿Qué sí o qué sí?, err, rogue band formed in A Ber Dee N, Wash Ing Ton, in nine teen 8y heaven, err, even Steven, I mean seven. Foun did by Lee d sin grrr and guilt artist Kurt Cobain, Hole’s pain in the ass, err, his WiFi’s holy hole, I mean Courtney Love’s Hole.

Yeah, let’s blame it all on the reign of Nirvana and all of our pain! Or better yet, led’s blaym it on our survival! We feel Cupid, err, stupid and contagious, so disadvantageous, to bee here we are now, entertain us!

Nirvana's mu-sing & amu-sing & abu-sing musickle style has been mainly d’scribed as Grinch, err, grun-d-ge, I mean grudge, oops, grunge, alternative rack, and punk rock. They have also been lay-bele-d har’d as heart rock. Character risen, err, rized by their anarcho punk ass, err, aesthetic, Nirvana often fuse-d pop melod’s with noise. See, I rock you, I pop you, you rock me, you pop me rockey, punkey! I’m Lee Thee Um, Lithium.

Nirvana, yep, banana, nibbana, lit-era-lly means "blowing out" or "quenching". T’s the most us’d as well as the earliest term to d’scribe the soteriological goal in Buddhism: the XXXtinguishing of the passions, which also gives release from the cycle of rebirth, s aṃsāra, banana, yep. Even Steven, err, even if you d’ss agree. ‘Cause you’re the woman who sold the world. ‘Cause I sold shit and bought you, all of you, or half of you. Either way, whether together or apart, we’re a blowout sale, an easy buy, a tough sell, an od’d sell-off, a rare gem paradox, Nirvana. I LO uis VU itton, nevermind.

Me/You/Us Nirvana

Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit (Official Music Video)

Load up on guns, bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido
Yeah
Hey
Yay

I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido
Yeah
Hey
Yay

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Ooh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido
A denial, a denial
A denial, a denial
A denial, a denial
A denial, a denial
A denial

Nirvana - Heart-Shaped Box

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Hey
Wait
I got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey
Wait
I got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey
Wait
I got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of Your Highness, I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

Hey
Wait
I got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey
Wait
I got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey
Wait
I got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Hey
Wait
I got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey
Wait
I got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey
Wait
I got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
Your advice
Your advice

Nirvana - Lithium (Official Music Video)

I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends
They're in my head
I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you
Broke our mirrors
Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care
And I'm not scared
Light my candles in a daze
'Cause I've found God

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm so lonely, that's okay, I shaved my head
And I'm not sad
And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard
But I'm not sure
I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there
And I don't care
I'm so horny, that's okay
My will is good

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I like it, I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I love you, I'm not gonna crack
I killed you, I'm not gonna crack
I like it, I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I love you, I'm not gonna crack
I killed you, I'm not gonna crack

I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends
They're in my head
I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you
Broke our mirrors
Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care
And I'm not scared
Light my candles in a daze
'Cause I've found God

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I like it, I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I love you, I'm not gonna crack
I killed you, I'm not gonna crack
I like it, I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I love you, I'm not gonna crack
I killed you, I'm not gonna crack

Nirvana - In Bloom (Official Music Video)

Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands

He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
And I say, yeah

He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
And I say, yeah

We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom

He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
And I say

He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
And I say, yeah

He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
And I say

He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
And I say, yeah

Nirvana - You Know You're Right (LP Version)

I will never bother you
I will never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good
I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to fail

Pain
Pain
Pain

You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
I'm so warm and calm inside

I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else
Steaming soup against her mouth
Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself
I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew to come like this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to fail

Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain

You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know your rights
You know you're right

You know your rights
You know your rights
You know your rights
Pain

Nirvana - The Man Who Sold The World (Lyrics)

We passed upon the stairs
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago

Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world

I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
At all the millions here
I must have died alone
A long, long time ago

Who knows? Not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world

Who knows? Not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world

Who knows? Not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world

Nirvana - Dumb ( In Utero )

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb

Or maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy

My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down

And have a hangover
Have a hangover
Have a hangover
Have a hangover

Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
The soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb

Maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy

I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb

Nirvana - Come As You Are (Official Music Video)

Come as you are, as you were
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend
As an old enemy

Take your time, hurry up
Choice is yours, don't be late
Take a rest, as a friend
As an old memory, yeah

Memory, yeah
Memory, yeah
Memory, yeah

Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend
As an old memory, yeah

Memory, yeah
Memory, yeah
Memory, yeah

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun

Memory, yeah
Memory, yeah
Memory, yeah
(No, I don't have a gun)

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun

Memory, yeah
Memory, yeah

Nirvana - All Apologies (Visualizer)

What else should I be?
All apologies
What else could I say?
Everyone is gay
What else could I write?
I don't have the right
What else should I be?
All apologies

In the sun
In the sun, I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
Married
Buried

I wish I was like you
Easily amused
Find my nest of salt
Everything is my fault
I'll take all the blame
Aqua sea foam shame
Sunburn freezer burn
Choking on the ashes of her enemy

In the sun
In the sun, I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
Married
Married

Married
Buried
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are

Nirvana - Something In The Way [Nevermind] [HQ Sound]

Underneath the bridge, tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass, and the drippings from my ceiling
It's okay to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feelings

Something in the way, hmm-mmm
Something in the way, yeah, hmm-mmm
Something in the way, hmm-mmm
Something in the way, yeah, hmm-mmm
Something in the way, hmm-mmm
Something in the way, yeah, hmm-mmm

Underneath the bridge, tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass, and the drippings from my ceiling
It's okay to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feelings

Something in the way, hmm-mmm
Something in the way, yeah, hmm-mmm
Something in the way, hmm-mmm
Something in the way, yeah, hmm-mmm

Something in the way, hmm-mmm
Something in the way, yeah, hmm-mmm
Something in the way, hmm-mmm
Something in the way, yeah, hmm-mmm

The staring “nirvana we seek” writing’s on the wall or stairs to heaven smelling like teen spirit … just Cobaining you baby … I’m just a fucking baby, too, trying heart not to drown … in your hard-shaped refined anarchy box …

Rn’r we two love junkies fucking tripping in one heart-shaped box sharkly addickted to Nirvanah, nibbana, saṃsāra, banana? And if we for any Love Hole reason Rn’t, then who is, ha? Ha ha …

The Fish That 8 the Whale

The Life and Times of Nicaragua's Banana King

Author: Libor Soural

Not just once in my incred’blee adventurous lifetime, I’ve been culled, err, called “PICADOR (pickadore or pickadoor)” or “PICAHIELOS (icepick)” or “PICARO (rogue)”, ROFL, though I d’finitely break the ice, you, or at least the bull, eyeroll. ‘Cause I don’t negoti8, ever, never with the eyes!

The fascinating untold tale of Samuel Zemurray, the self-made banana mogul who went from penniless roadside banana peddler to kingmaker and capitalist revolutionary.

When Samuel Zemurray arrived in America in 1891, he was tall, gangly, and penniless. When he died in the grandest house in New Orleans sixty-nine years later, he was among the richest, most powerful men in the world. Working his way up from a roadside fruit peddler to conquering the United Fruit Company, Zemurray became a symbol of the best and worst of the United States: proof that America is the land of opportunity, but also a classic example of the corporate pirate who treats foreign nations as the backdrop for his adventures.

Zemurray lived one of the great untold stories of the last hundred years. Starting with nothing but a cart of freckled bananas, he built a sprawling empire of banana cowboys, mercenary soldiers, Honduran peasants, CIA agents, and American statesmen. From hustling on the docks of New Orleans to overthrowing Central American governments and precipitating the bloody thirty-six-year Guatemalan civil war, the Banana Man lived a monumental and sometimes dastardly life. Rich Cohen's brilliant historical profile The Fish That Ate the Whale unveils Zemurray as a hidden power broker, driven by an indomitable will to succeed.

In The Kiss Ore Kick Ass News

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“This is a rollicking but brilliantly researched book about one of the most fascinating characters of the twentieth century. I grew up in New Orleans enthralled by tales of Sam Zemurray, the banana peddler who built United Fruit. This book recounts, with delightful verve, his military and diplomatic maneuvers in Central America and his colorful life and business practices.” —Walter Isaacson, president and CEO of the Aspen Institute and author of Steve Jobs

“Sam ‘the Banana Man' Zemurray was a larger-than-life character. Rich Cohen is a superb storyteller. Put them together and you have a startling and often hilarious account of one of the forgotten heroes (and villains) of the American empire.” —Zev Chafets

“In Rich Cohen's masterful and enthralling narrative, one man's character is not simply his fate but also that of a nation. With verve, wit, and page-turning excitement, The Fish That Ate the Whale unfolds as compelling story of bold success coupled with reckless ambition. I loved this book.” —Howard Blum, author of The Floor of Heaven and American Lightning

“If this book were simply the tale of a charismatic and eccentric banana mogul, that would have been enough for me--especially with the masterful Rich Cohen as narrator. But it's not. It is also the story of capitalism, psychology, immigration, public relations, colonialism, food, O. Henry's shady past, and the meaning of excellence.” —A. J. Jacobs, author of The Year of Living Biblically

“What a story, and what a storyteller! You'll never see a banana--and, for that matter, America--the same way again.” —Aleksandar Hemon, author of The Lazarus Project

“There's a lot to learn about the seedier side of the ‘smile of nature' in this witty tale of the fruit peddler-turned-mogul.” —Chloë Schama, Smithsonian

“Cohen ... gives us the fascinating tale of ‘Sam the Banana Man,' a poor Russian Jew who emigrated to Alabama as a teenager and ended up controlling much of Central America . . . Rich Cohen books constitute a genre unto themselves: pungent, breezy, vividly written psychodramas about rough-edged, tough-minded Jewish machers who vanquish their rivals, and sometimes change the world in the process. Within this specialized context, Cohen's Zemurray biography admirably fills the bill.” —Mark Lewis, The New York Times Book Review

“Cohen's narrative has considerable charm, whether pondering Zemurray's Jewish identity or claiming him as a man ‘best understood as a last player in the drama of Manifest Destiny.'” —The New Yorker

“Americans puzzling over the role of today's powerful corporations -- Bain Capital, Goldman Sachs, Google -- may profit from considering the example of the United Fruit Company . . . A new account of United Fruit and one of its leading figures, Samuel Zemurray . . . The Fish That Ate The Whale . . . usefully reminds us of some of the wonderful things about capitalism, and some of the dangers, too . . . It's all something to remember the next time you peel a banana.” —Ira Stoll, Time

“Cohen's masterful and elegantly written account of Zemurray and the corporation he built is a cautionary tale for the ages: how hubris can destroy even the greatest and most powerful company.” —Chris Hartman, The Christian Science Monitor

“[An] engrossing tale of the life of Sam Zemurray . . . With his nimble narrative journalism, Cohen makes a convincing case that the somewhat obscure Sam Zemurray was in fact a major figure in American history. Cohen does so with a prose briskly accented with sights, sounds and smells, and invigorated with offhand wisdom about the human journey through life. What's rarer about Cohen's style is his skill with metaphor.” —Austin Ratner, The Forward

“[A] grippingly readable biography . . . Cohen fleshes out the legend [of Samuel Zemurray] in a 270-page account full of novelistic scene setting and speculative flights--the kind of writing that . . . puts Cohen firmly in the tradition of non-fiction reportage pioneered by Tom Wolfe and Norman Mailer. Based on scores of interviews, four years of archival research and on-the-spot reporting from Central America and New Orleans, the book carries its details easily, sweeping readers on a narrative flood tide that matches the protean energy of Zemurray himself . . . As sketched by Cohen, the big man emerges as a complicated, all-too-human hero, one whose bullish nature sometimes blinded him, but never let him accept defeat.” —Chris Waddington, New Orleans Times-Picayune

Rich Cohen's work, so kinda mine, particularly "The Fish That Ate the Whale," explores the role of Sam Zemurray, a Czech immigrant who became a banana tycoon and a powerful figure in Central America, particularly in Nicaragua. Cohen's book examines Zemurray's involvement in Central American politics, including his alleged role in coups and his impact on the region's history. Everybody’s knows this nirvanah-seeking commie, each and every body nose!

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Now that I sorta retard am thinking about us and our soulful “Catch Me If You Can” postmortem, R we like Karma Chameleons? And if we R, wtf! Well, hell, sweet hell, err, home, sweet home, the most important thing is that He is risen down here on Earth! Ah baby, you wash me clean, I’m such a neat homeboy running away from you dressed in swinging heavens’ pyjamas this runway morning. It must bee your Banana Republick that’s hairy, err, scary! Or perhaps marketing, ‘cause you need the money! Or Maybee, t’s fucking love I dunno. Kay, I kinda know, no? Alleluia, Jesus is Risen! ‘Cause I’m an unholy hole angel on a whole new lewool, too? WTF, baby!? Maybee?

Canine tanks for the angel kiss, Whole, you Holy veggie, OG, MG! Am I a fucking fruitcake, a ducking emo boy? Or am I at least as adorable as you, as you dance Nirvana-doomed, err, domed? I am? Fuck, baby! We gotta survive this Nirvana flick, this sheer elegance gig, this 4Eva one-night-stand!

It takes a life or two to achieve or mischieve nirvana. Hell oh, it's me, your no body! Hell oh, hell oh, I dunno, hell oh, hell oh, I dunno how low I can go down below. Hell oh, hell oh, I dunno.

Thee chopping phrase "Nanaba Republick off Australia" refurs 2 a humorous, albeit searious, refurence 2 thee powtential 4 Awwstrollia 2 beecome a "banana republick", oops. A banana republick, oops, is a tourm abused 2 d’scribe a neightion whose koala economy is domeminated by thee falling export of a few raw aww materials, of10 leading 2 political instabeelity and d’pen-dance on foreign powers, ours. Oh, can I have you, ate, err, 8, I mean wait burger? What do you mean by Maybee, baby?