All Apologies

Walking in the cool amber gloom of Macquarie Street, I think the music blaring in my ears could be heard from the next block. I don't know what I'm feeling. I don't know what to feel. There is no augur.

This is the Unplugged in New York version. Io preferisco.

What else should I be?

All apologies.

What else should I say?

Everyone is gay.

What else should I write?

I don't have the right.

What else should I be?

All apologies.

In the sun,

In the sun I feel as one.

In the sun,

In the sun,

Married!

Buried!

I wish I was like you,

Easily amused.

Find my nest of salt.

Everything's my fault.

I'll take all the blame;

Aqua sea-foam shame.

Sunburn with freezer burn,

Choking on the ashes of her enemy.

In the sun,

In the sun I feel as one.

In the sun,

In the sun,

Married! Married! Married!

Buried!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

All in all is all we are...

All in all is all we are...

All in all is all we are...

..."All Apologies" - Nirvana

Sometimes, you can't say anything as perfectly, as beautifully as those before you.

Apologies, Ethan..