Bob, Jimi & Kurt

(album: What We Almost Made - 2008)

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

He freed a lot of people
But it seems the good die young, yeah
I just looked around and he was gone