California Kurt Cobain
California Dreams: Unveiling the Essence of Are We Hunting's Song
Lyrics
I used to know you when we were young
I had a connection with you when we were young.
I used to know you when we slept in the park
We used to share experiences when we slept in the park.
And shoulder tapped booze from the bums
I obtained alcohol by asking homeless people and sharing it with others.
Apostles gone on rum
Reference to religious figures (apostles) consuming rum.
Always had to lie to my folks.
I had to lie to my family consistently.
And no one cared if you would come home
No one cared about your return home, possibly due to a rebellious lifestyle.
In my eyeliner and stained fur-coat
Describing the persona's appearance with eyeliner and a stained fur-coat.
You never showed me a thing that you wrote
You never shared your creative work with me.
I was afraid that you would be the only boy to ever leave me lame
The fear of being abandoned by the only boy in her life.
But you ain't even close Vicente
Addressing someone named Vicente, asserting he is not close to being the California Kurt Cobain.
And you ain't the California Kurt Cobain
Denying Vicente's resemblance to the iconic figure, Kurt Cobain.
No you're not even close Vicente
Reiteration that Vicente is far from being similar to California Kurt Cobain.
And you still ain't the California Kurt Cobain
Emphasizing Vicente's lack of resemblance to the California Kurt Cobain.
Remember you stole me that shirt?
Recollection of a stolen shirt from a thrift store.
From the thrift store on state it costs fifty cents, but you couldn't be bothered to pay
The shirt's low cost, implying the lack of willingness to pay, and a tendency to run away.
You just liked running away
Highlighting a pattern of evading commitment or responsibility.
Burnt holes in my sleeves I lied when I begged you to leave
The persona lied about wanting the person to leave despite wearing the shirt with burnt holes.
But I wore it every day like a song on repeat even if it was 90 degrees
Continued commitment to the shirt, akin to a repeated song, regardless of discomfort.
I was afraid that you would be the only boy to ever leave me lame
Reiterating the fear of being left alone by a significant person.
But you ain't even close Vicente
Reasserting that Vicente is not close to the California Kurt Cobain.
And you ain't the California Kurt Cobain
Denying Vicente's resemblance to Kurt Cobain from California.
No you ain't even close Vicente
Emphasizing the considerable difference between Vicente and the California Kurt Cobain.
And you still ain't the California Kurt Cobain
Reiteration that Vicente does not resemble the iconic figure, Kurt Cobain.
Look at you now you got nothing to say
Observing the current state of the person with a lack of expression or achievement.
In your tiny little town with your tiny little ways
Describing the person's current situation in a small town with limited achievements.
You always said you'd be famous but me I never believed you Because people like you Have a hard time getting free and when they do they never remember
Reflecting on the person's failed promise of fame and skepticism towards such aspirations.
But you don't mean much to me now anyway. And I don't think about you now much These days and you ain't even close Vicente and you still ain't the California Kurt Cobain
Expressing the insignificance of the person now and the lack of thoughts about them.
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