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“My lyrics are a big pile of contradictions. They split down the middle between very sincere opinions and feelings that I have and sarcastic and hopefully humorous rebuttals towards cliché' bohemian ideals that have been exhausted for years. I mean it seems like there are only two options for songwriters - either they are sad, tragic visionaries like Morrisey or Michael Stipe or Robert Smith or there's the goofy, nutty white boy - hey let's party and forget about everything people like Van Halen or all that other heavy metal crap. I mean I like to be passionate and sincere, but I also like to have fun and act like a dork.”

Quote by Kurt Cobain

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Kurt Cobain
Kurt Cobain

Kurt Cobain was a pivotal American musician, best known as the lead singer, guitarist, and primary songwriter for the grunge band Nirvana. His music and persona became a symbol of Generation X, and he was a central figure in the alternative rock scene of the early 1990s. Cobain's life and death have been the subject of considerable media attention and cultural commentary. more

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