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Prophet for Profit (the ballad of Kurt Cobain)
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Living Good ..... Suicide Bad
larry fish
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Artist/Band, Musician, Author, Lyricist, Producer, Singer
Since Larry Fish is the writer, co-producer, singer, guitarist, keyboardist, and sometimes bass player of the recordings, it is like seeing music through his eyes, and since he needs glasses, it would probably look like you were viewing it through a fish-eyed lens. The band members are: Larry Fish (vocals, guitar/piano/keys) Foote (bass guitar) Gary Bartel (live drums) Mark Mikel (drums, bass, organ)
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Genre
Pop • Pop Rock
Charts
#4,864 in subgenre Peak #33
Charts
Peak #131
Author
Larry Fish
Rights
1998
Uploaded
May 05, 2004
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
This song addresses the phenomenon of post-mortem fame and leaves no bones about this songwriter's opinion that suicide is a cowardly act, and the true heroes of the musical world are those artists who brave obscurity everyday, and the pain and financial hardship that comes along with it, and still manage to pay the bills, take care of their families and express themselves musically, here's to you....
Lyrics
Kurt Cobain, plugged a bullet in his brain, and the people crowned him king of radio.... little Shannon Hoon, road a needle to the moon, and waved goodbye to his Indiana home... so don't practice that guitar, and you're sure to go far, it's an oh so tired thing... suit and tie, if you sound tortured they'll buy, and your tombstone will be made of gold, hey prophet for profit, liar for hire, it's an oh, so tired thing.... turn it up, turn it up pass along, one more hit and I'll have a song, it's an oh, so tired thing.... ole King Kurt, how his stomach hurt, left his daughter alone to carry on.... had a wife made of coal, drove him to a hole, some say she told him to lay down and die.... well turn it up, turn it up pass along, one more hit and I'll have a song, it's an oh, so tired thing..... vanity, insanity, time to bring it home, you're an old cold tired thing.... where do sad folks go when they die? must be heaven because they're high, come as you are but don't you try, again.... if you have no shame we'll give you fame, if you have no name you can take the blame, it's an oh, so tired thing.... so turn it up, turn it up pass along, one more hit and I'll be gone it's an oh, so tired thing.... it's an oh, so tired thing.... you're an old, cold, tired....thing
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