
The Kelly Song Collective
The Ballad Of The Nirvana Guns 'N Roses Feud
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Slash was born ‘cross the pond
And Kurt in Aberdeen
Axl came from Lafayette
the rest somewhere between
The whole crew had messed up childhoods
Divorce and drugs and god
Except for Novoselic
He was just plain odd
Axl hit the sunset strip
with the youth of twenty years
in search of drugs and sex
in rock and roll he found his peers
Kurt would draw and fail at sports
His mom had forced him out
sometimes living under bridges
lonely nights about
I’ll save you the minutiae
of small clubs and paying dues
Suffice to say that Appetite
and Nevermind were huge
So Nirvana were the upstarts
the year was ‘92
Guns ‘N Roses were the gods
Rock stars through and through
You see Axl like Nirvana
Even wore their hat
The feeling was not mutual
Kurt said we’re not that
Axl wanted them on tour
Called him round the clock
Kurt just wasn’t interested
Said Axl just won’t stop
So Axl mocks alternative
called Kurt a junky like his wife
said they oughta be in jail
Lock em up for life
So at the MTV awards
Kurt’s there with Frances Bean
Courtney jokes to Axl
Then sparks flew on the scene
He says shut your bitch up
or I’ll take you down
Kurt says shut up bitch
Laughter all around
Then Courtney fires a volley
right at Axl’s chick
the bodyguards and camera man
took off double quick
Drunk as skunks two bassists
carry on the row
Duff approaches Krist
It’s getting heated now
One pushes the other
Both ready to brawl
The crew pulled the pair apart
Not much of a fight at all
Then Nirvana played and trashed the stage
Grohl’s taunting still went on
Kurt spit on Axl’s keyboard
It was actually Elton John’s
Then the Gunners found a trailer
Nirvana’s double wide
They didn’t know that Courtney
and her daughter were inside
Security was called
And the rock stars vanished quick
Kurt called them jerks and homophobes
and sexist and pathetic
So the years pass by and Kurt is gone
and tensions float away
They all became a loving bunch
And remain so to this day
My favourite is Izzy Stradlin
He could walk the line
between a rock star and an artist
That’s why he’s so benign
You see fame and drugs and mental health
They’re a trio doomed to fail
Just ask their wives and children
In rehab and in jail
And any artist troubled
Let’s face it they all are
Whether you’re Townes or Kurt or Jimi
A no one or a star
Is doomed from their first paragraph
First painting or a show
Ask hemingway or Tolstoy
or michael Jackson or van gogh
Fare thee well ye rock stars
I hope you get along
But if you can’t keep writing
At least we’ll hear your song
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© Michael Worthington Music 2019
