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 wishlist
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 gone(?) 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 !@$#
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 (?)
They all tried see 'im
And Bob was sick, but the body stays whole for the Rasta

He stayed true to his soul like a Buffalo Soldier

He freed a lot of people

But it seems the good die young, yeah
I just looked around and he was gone