He freed a lot of people But it seems the good die young, yeah I just looked around and he was gone
He would sit there, listen to Muddy And toy with his buddy His buddy had six strings And he would mix things up Playing left on a right hand guitar Did he give a, ha, what? No he didn't, he had stolen a car Judge calmly agreed it was time for the army Guitarist or soldier? Who coulda told ya? Rock n roll nearly, never a star though Scenario differs, but was it his wish? To play it everyday or an injury twist? It seems he coulda swooped as a parachute trooper Shoots on the battlefield, would it matter still? If he'd stuck it around to this day And he didn't die young Would the people all say Jimi you're a legend and a saint If he died for his country Would everyone still say he's great?
(Shocking news today, Kurt Cobain lead singer of Seattle's Nirvana has taken his own life. Police have yet to release details of a suicide note found next to Cobain's body, but it's been no secret that he's been on a rollercoaster ride of success.)
He freed a lot of people But it seems the good die young, yeah I just looked around and he was gone
To clarify the thoughts that he'd had, on the band Kurt wrote a letter to Chad and it ran With a dissatisfaction of Chad on the drums As far as news goes it was bad as it comes He'd played there on tour He'd been there on bleach And global domination was just within reach No hidden agenda for Kurt when he worked He just did it 'cause he did, it wasn't a gimmick A limitless talent showed, but never sought fame Respect he would gain maybe often to blame He may have been a star it was not his intention Ascension to highest it was not on his wish list Gifted but still Chad wasn't to be and it hurt Soon after it happened for Kurt He stuck by his decision didn't change his ways Saying better to burn out than to fade away
He freed a lot of people But it seems the good die young, yeah I just looked around and he was gone
Tough gun came to London And undone fools perceptions 'Cause he was someone Who educated folk on the culture he'd come from Though he's long gone, he left a legacy Especially when folk learned the skank The freedom of speech there's him to say thank You, to, he traveled the nation A generation learned salvation Bob played football, wounded he's turned Though he knew it couldn't go when the cancer showed He jammed on, spreading his wisdom Gave meaning to unite for United Kingdom He challenged opinions at the London lyceum They all tried see him And Bob was sick, but the body stays whole for the Rasta He stayed true to his soul like a Buffalo Soldier
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