Nirvana: Incesticide [1992]

Released December 14, 1992
Recorded 1988–1991
Genre GrungePop rock
Length 44:44
Label DGC
Producer Miti Adhikari, Jack EndinoSteve Fisk, Dale Griffin, Butch Vig

Incesticide is a compilation album by the American grunge band NirvanaIncesticide consists of their 1990 single “Sliver“, demos, outtakes, covers, and radio broadcast recordings. At the time, all of the material on Incesticide was circulating within fan communities (albeit in lower quality). It was widely reported in the music press that the band wanted to offer fans a higher-quality alternative, but in the book Cobain UnseenCharles R. Cross reveals that Kurt Cobain agreed to the release of this compilation because he was allowed complete control over the album’s artwork. The album was released on December 14, 1992 in Europe, and December 15, 1992 in the United States and eventually reached number thirty-nine on the Billboard 200.

Release

Incesticide was released on December 14, 1992 in the United Kingdom, and on December 15, 1992 in the United States.[1]The record label, Geffen, decided against heavily promoting the album, possibly to avoid a “Nirvana burnout” as the band had released Nevermind and four singles in the preceding fifteen months.[2] Despite this lack of promotion and being a collection of old material, Incesticide debuted at number 51 in the Billboard 200 and sold 500,000 copies in two months[3]. The album is certified Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America.

Artwork and Packaging

The cover art was painted by Cobain,[4] who is credited as Kurdt Kobain in the liner notes.[5] The rubber duck seen on the album’s back cover also belonged to Cobain.

The first several pressings of the album contained liner notes written by Cobain. Versions of the album containing the liner notes by Cobain could be found at record stores as late as 1998. Initial copies in the US and Canada also contained a “Parental Advisory: Explicit Lyrics” sticker.[6]

Song

Previously unreleased

The songs “Been a Son”, “(New Wave) Polly”, “Hairspray Queen”, “Aero Zeppelin”, “Big Long Now”, and “Aneurysm” were officially unreleased at the time. The versions of “Been a Son” and “Aneurysm” as found on Incesticide are different from the versions previously released on the Blew EP and Smells Like Teen Spirit single.

  • “Downer” appears on the CD version of Nirvana’s debut album Bleach (1989) but was only included from the 1992 re-issue onwards.

Previously released

  • “Dive” and “Sliver” were released on the “Sliver” single in 1990. “Dive” was also previously released on The Grunge Years compilation album in 1991.
  • “Stain” was released on the Blew EP in 1989.
  • The three cover songs, “Turnaround” (Devo), “Molly’s Lips” and “Son of a Gun” (The Vaselines) were released on the Hormoaning EP in 1992, which was only released in Japan and Australia.
  • “Mexican Seafood” appeared on the 1989 Teriyaki Asthma Volume 1 compilation.
  • “Beeswax” appeared on the 1991 Kill Rock Stars compilation album.

Track listing

All songs written and composed by Kurt Cobain, except where noted.

No. Title Length
1. “Dive” (Cobain, Krist Novoselic) 3:55
2. Sliver 2:16
3. “Stain” 2:41
4. “Been a Son” 1:56
5. “Turnaround” (Mark MothersbaughGerald Casale) 2:19
6. Molly’s Lips” (Eugene KellyFrances McKee) 1:54
7. Son of a Gun” (Kelly, McKee) 2:48
8. (New Wave) Polly” (Cobain, Novoselic, Dave Grohl) 1:48
9. “Beeswax” 2:50
10. “Downer” 1:44
11. “Mexican Seafood” 1:55
12. “Hairspray Queen” (Cobain, Novoselic) 4:14
13. “Aero Zeppelin” (Cobain, Novoselic) 4:41
14. “Big Long Now” 5:04
15. Aneurysm” (Cobain, Novoselic, Grohl) 4:36

Lyrics

Dive

Pick me, pick me, yeah
Let along your signal
At least, at least, yeah
Everyone is hollow

Pick me, pick me, yeah
Everyone is waiting
Pick me, pick me, yeah
You can even pay them

Hey
Dive
Dive in me

Kiss this, kiss that, yeah
Live alone, lone single
At least, at least, yeah
You could be my hero

Pick me, pick me, yeah
Everyone is waiting
Hit me, hit me, yeah
I’m real good at hating

Sliver

Mom and dad went to a show
They dropped me off at Grandpa Joe’s
I kicked and screamed, said please don’t go

Grandma take me home

Had to eat my dinner there
Mashed potatos and stuff like that
I couldn’t chew my meat too good

She said, well, don’t you start your crying
Go outside and ride your bike
That’s what I did, I killed my toe

After dinner, I had ice cream
I fell asleep and watched TV
I woke up in my mother’s arms

Grandma take me home
I wanna be alone

Stain

Well he never bleeds and he never fucks
And he never leaves cause he’s got bad luck
Well he never reads and he never rusts
And he never sleeps cause he’s got bad luck yeah

I’m a stain

Been a Son

She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn the crown of thorns

She should have been a son

She should have stood out in the crowd
She should have made her mother proud
She should have fallen on her stance
She should have had another chance

Turnaround

Take a step outside yourself
And turn around
Take a look at who you are
It’s pretty scary
So silly
It is revolting
You’re not much
If you are anything

Take a step outside the city
And turn around
Take a look at what you are
It is revolting
You’re really nowhere
So wasteful
So foolish
Poppycock

Who said don’t look back?
Don’t believe ’em
Go for that crazy sounding restaurant
Cause they’re gonna try and get behind you
Don’t you let them do it
You know what I’m talking about?
You hear me talking?
You hear me talking?

It’s pretty scary, totally, it’s so revolting

Take a step outside the country
And you turn around
Take a look at what you are
It is amazing
Take a good look
You’re no big deal
You’re so petty
It’s a laugh

Take a step outside the planet
Turn around and around
Take a look at what you are
It’s pretty scary

Molly’s Lips

She said
She’d take me anywhere
She’d take me anywhere
As long as she stays with me

She said
She’d take me anywhere
She’d take me anywhere
As long as I stayed clean

Kiss, kiss
Molly’s lips

Son of a Gun

Up up up and down
Turn turn turnaround
Round round roundabout
And over again
Gun gun son of a gun
You are the only one
That makes any difference
What I say

The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away

New Wave Polly

Polly wants a cracker
I think I should get off her first
Maybe she wants some water
To put out the blow torch

It isn’t me
We have some seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Don’t hurt yourself
I want some help
To help myself
I’ve got some rope
Haven’t told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride
Don’t hurt yourself
I want some help
To help myself

Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like more food
She asks me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few

Polly says her back hurts
And she’s just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
It amazes me, the will of instinct

Beeswax

Why doesn’t she need him for a father
Not only maidens can occupy my shack
Goring my manhood turns a man off
Like Pepe LePeiux would say
Hey, hey, hey — then we clash!

I got my diddly spayed

She laughs about it
Shrinking inflections if the wind blows just right
Jacking themselves off polyester
I wanna jump, this isn’t right!
Hey, when am I getting it back?

I don’t know why
I got a joke too silly to say
Don’t touch the balls
I got a dick, Dick — hear my fucking hate!

If you’re wondering, it’s gaining monthly
Fiberglass insulated, the sky is cotton candy
Spawning downstream, El Rancho Ovulate
Freely kill him, make it wrong
Bill has brought me deep in denial
Billy Slim reminds me of someone
I’m sick of being Mother Love Bone
Don’t need to kneel ’cause they wanna jump rope
And I say, loooooook!

I got my diddly spayed
I got a little tail

Ahhhh, I got no balls
Don’t throw that ball
I got a ..huh! huh!
When ya gonna look

Downer

Butchered sincerity, act out of loyalty
Defend your true country, wish away pain
Hand out lobotomies, to save little families
Surrealistic fantasy, bland, boring, pain

Hold me down in restitution
Living out your date with fusion
Is the whole fleece, shun in bastard
Don’t feel guilty, master writing

Somebody says that they are not much like
I amI know I can make enough words for you to follow along
I sing your song

Sickening pessimists, hypocrite master
Conservative communists, apocalyptic bastards
Thank you, dear God for putting me on this
EarthI feel very privileged in debt for my thirst

Mexican Seafood

Oh, itchy flakes, it isn’t through me
Till the jaw’s in flames, it’s entertaining
True, the fungus mold is my attraction
Oh, it’s only a dys-infection

Only hurts a night, until I pee
Only hurts a night, until I sleep

Oh, coming up, and diarrhea
On the tile floor, a gum of pizza
In the toilet bowl, aroma cloudy
Toss, feel it burn, become a chowdered mess

Only hurts a night, until I pee
Only hurts a night, until I sleep

Oh, take my bed, I’ve just consumed some
Flies. Bugs and fleas and even mucus
Stain the Vaseline, and tainted burgers
Stop, in case it learns, and takes a joke as such

Hairspray Queen

I was your mine, you were mine, my enemy
You were, mine, I was your, your enemy
You were, mine, I was your, your enemy
You were, mine, I was once your en…aaahh

You rang
Your ears rang

At night, wishful goddess
At night, wish the hardest
At night, disco goddess
At night, we’ll go…gaaahhh

Wishful goddess, at night
Wish the hardest, at night
Wishful goddess, at night
Wishful gaaahhh

At night, wishful goddess
At night, wish the hardest
At night, disco goddess
At night, you were so modest
At night, Crisco lovefest
At night, a mouthful on me
It’s like, fish-filled garbage
At night, we’ll go…gaaahhh

Aero Zeppelin

What’s the season of love if you can’t have everything?
What’s the reason you’re around if a crime means anything?
What’s the meaning in a crime? It’s a crime if anything
What’s the meaning of love? It’s grand, it’s grand

How a culture comes again, it’s a crime of yesterday
And you swear it’s not a trend, doesn’t matter anyway
There’s no need to talk to friends, nothin’ new is everyday
You could shit upon the stairs
You’ll be friends

All the kids will eat it up, if it’s packaged properly
Should the siren irritate, keep it movin’ equally
Not to know is just the fact, we’re a problem nowadays
An idea is what we lack, doesn’t matter anyway

All the kids will eat it up, if it’s packaged properly
Still the son will imitate, keep it fallin’ equally
Not to know is just the facts, we’re worse nowadays
An idea is what we lack, doesn’t matter anyway

Hey? hey? hey? hey? hey? hey?

Big Long Now

It’s not cold enough
Please put this side up
She is moving through
Can we show our faces now?
I’m not interesting
She’s not turning green
Shameful as it seems
Can we show our faces now?

In this climb
I am blind
Why can’t I hear?
Color blind
Speak in a phrase
Instantly grow
I am blind
Waiting in line

Aneurysm

Come on over and do the twist, uh-huh
Overdo it and have a fit, uh-huh
Love you so much it makes me sick, uh-huh
Come on over and do the twist, uh-huh

Beat me outta me, beat it, beat it

Come on over and do the twist, uh-huh
Overdo it and have a fit, uh-huh
Overdo it and have a fit, uh-huh
Love you so much it makes me sick, uh-huh
Come on over and shoot the shit, uh-huh

She keeps it pumpin’ straight to my heart


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