Heart-Box of Forms (Nirvana)

Language: Italian

(See the video, if you like.)

I do miss Nirvana occasionally.

-Jessi

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It eyes me like pisces when I'm a weak person.
I've been blocked for a week in your heart-box of form; part it.
I've been designed in your sink; I've taken the magnet tar.
I wish I could eat behind your cancer, when it turns.

Hey
Attended
I've always got a new claim in order,
in the debt of your priceless
aversion.
Haight
I've always got a new claim in order,
in debt to your priceless counsel.
Hey
Wait
I've always got a new claim in order,
in debt to your priceless counsel.

The orchids' meat-consumption is not of the pardoned, no;
however, I just cut angel hats out of child breath.
Highness, your hymen is left shooting black,
therefore I can scramble (up / down / behind / to the right of) your umbilical noose.

O, in Proportion to You (Nirvana)

Language: Russian

What the hell. There was a morbid thing happening, so we may as well turn it into a new trilogy, right? And there's not much that fits the bill better than Kurt Cobain singing about guns. The song in general wound up pretty literal, but I like what happened with the chorus.

-Jessi

O, in proportion to you, in proportion to who you were,
In proportion to who I want you to be.
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy.
Accept the time. Hurry upward, by your selection.
Don't you be the last one. Accept rest as a friend.
Old memory. (memory, memory, memory)

Arrive dowsed in proportion to mud. It's sustained by bleach.
I want you to be a tendency, in proportion to friendship.
In proportion to old memory. (memory, memory, memory)

I swear that I do not have a gun.
In no way do I have a gun, in no way.
I have a memory of a gun.

Memory, memory, the memory (don't have a gun).

I swear that I do not have a gun. In no way do I have a gun.
In no way do I have a gun. In no way do I have a gun.
In no way do I have a gun. Memory, memory...

Lithium (Nirvana)

Language: Spanish

This one was also done through Spanish. "It's not going to crack itself" is an interestingly ambiguous sentence: is it an assurance, or is it a declaration of impatience?

-Jessi

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I'm so happy, 'cause I found my friends today. They're in my head.
I'm so ugly, but that is acceptable: you're so the cause. We broke our mirrors. Tomorrow is Sunday. He cares for me daily, and they don't scare me.
My cause ignites candles. I've found God in the glare.

yes [repeated]

It's acceptable that I'm so single. I shaved my head, and I'm not sad.
And perhaps I must just blame all that I've heard on myself.
And I'm not safe, so I'm excited. I can't hope to satisfy him there and not care.
I'm so calloused, but that's acceptable. My will is good.

yes [repeated]

I please him. It's not going to crack itself;
it needs. It's not going to crack itself.
I want to have you. It's not going to crack itself.
I'll kill him; it's not going to crack itself. [repeated]

I'm so happy, 'cause I found my friends today. They're in my head.
I'm so ugly, but that's acceptable: you're so the cause. We broke our mirrors. Tomorrow is Sunday. He cares for me daily, and they don't scare me.
My cause ignites candles. I've found God in the glare.

yes [repeated]