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Hold me, there's too much tension
Grade me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking cornered
Grade me, you might be right
Lightning fucking around in my head
Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up
People freaking every day
White lights inside
What do you want, fuck
Cold naked man, picked off his scabs and
Fed them to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him it might be fun
Lightning fucking around in my head, etc
Hold me, something's happening
Help me, somebody help me
Hold me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm right here, who are you?
Naked man you say you saw
Fed them, to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him, it might be fun
Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...
Help me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking up
Hold me, some fucking help
Grade me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking cornered
Grade me, you might be right
Lightning fucking around in my head
Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up
People freaking every day
White lights inside
What do you want, fuck
Cold naked man, picked off his scabs and
Fed them to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him it might be fun
Lightning fucking around in my head, etc
Hold me, something's happening
Help me, somebody help me
Hold me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm right here, who are you?
Naked man you say you saw
Fed them, to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him, it might be fun
Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...
Help me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking up
Hold me, some fucking help
Lyrics submitted by 4letterwords, edited by Mellow_Harsher
Track duration: 02:41
"Help Me I'm Hungry [#]" as written by Kurt Cobain
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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Also, in my opinion, the line 'Write the fucking recipe' is "Like/Life's a fucking resume (as in the credential sheet you give to employers at interviews)" which will tie into my interpretation later.
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""That's it"
Until my tensions
Feed me, I'm fucking hungry
Degrade me
I want my gun back"
Whoever Kurt was writing for, I'll call him the narrator, is sick of being tense and deprived in life. He's hungry for some sort of recognition from anyone because he (the narrator) is isolated and afraid. He'd even take negative attention.
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"Like/Life's a fucking resume
Experience credentials
Experience the process
People freaking every day
White lights
Sitting inside
And you get sicker then you get a little better
Then a
Blasphemy"
Life's an experience, he's got his credentials... he's experienced the process and quite frankly, he's sick of it. He can relate to the people that lose it and freak out in whatever situation from stress or what have you. He knows that if he does become one of the 'people freaking everyday', he'll be put away in some sort of insane asylum as described by the 'white lights' and 'sitting inside'. The next line is saying that his theoretical time in the asylum wouldn't help him, that kind of thinking is 'blasphemy'.
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"Hold me, I'm so pathetic
And study, all the sudden
Baby, suddenly find her
Daddy, exploring only"
This goes back to the yearning for attention even if it's negative. No idea what the baby or daddy lines mean to the song.
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CHORUS
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"Hold me
Until my tensions degrade me
I'm fucking hungry
Feed me, the wells of comfort
Exume me
I want my complex back"
He feels more trapped than ever. He's fucking hungry. He wants someone to care. He wants to be normal like everyone else and judge and chastise differences without a second thought. He wants, what I assume is, a god complex back so he can act superior to everyone else and be ignorant to the woes of life everyone seems to ignore.
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"A wicked man
Picked off the scabs and fed them
To the pigeons
Help him, he is so cornered
Kill him, your mercy whore will"
This is pretty self-explanatory. The world judged this man and held him in contempt for being different. They helped him and killed him but it was alright because they were superior and were able to decide the right fate for him. They played God for the wicked man. By acting superior, they give their existence meaning and it makes them happy.
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CHORUS
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"Help me, fucking hoses
Help me, until my tensions
Praise me, I'm really hungry
Degrade me, I want my complex back"
This is repeating previous themes. He's still isolated. He wants any sort of attention. He wants the complex back so he can live happily like everyone else.
Of course, this is all my opinion.