Green Day - American Idiot

[Sepe]

Tarina (tai oikeastaan näiden laulujen sanat) eivät ole meikäläisen käsialaa, vaan itse Billie Joe Armstrongin, Mike Dirntin (nobody likes you) ja Tré Coolin (Rock and Roll Girlfriend). Minä vain tuon ne tänne, koska tämä albumi on aivan mahtava ja pelkistetty tarina kuulostaa jotenkin tylsältä tai jotain. Wake Me Up When September ends ei ole osa tarinaa, mutta tulen kirjoittamaan senkin tänne, mutta suluissa.

Chapter 1. American Idiot

"Don't want to be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new mania
Can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
Where everything isn't ment to be O.K.
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones to ment to follow
For that's enough to argue

Maybe I am the faggot America
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda
Now everybody do the propaganda
And sing along to the age of paranoia

Don't want to be an American idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age of hysteria
calling out to idiot America"

[Sepe]

Ja seuraavaan piiitkään 'lukuun'. Joka periaatteessa aloittaa koko homman.

Chapter 2. Jesus of Suburbia

(I. Jesus of Suburbia)

"I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of "None of the above"
On a steady diet of sodapop and ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with
But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm suposed to be
In the land of make belive
That don't belive in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room in my private womb
While the mom's BRAD's are away
To fall in love to fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone elses cocaine


(II. City Of The Damned)

At the center of the earth
In the parking lot of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says "your home is where your heart is"
But what a shame
'cause everyones heart doesn't beat the same
We're beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Sings misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffitti in the bathroom stail
Like the holy scriptures ni a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth is the end of the world
And I could really care less

(III. I Don't Care)

I don't care if you don't.
I don't care if you don't.
Idon't care if you don't care.
Every one is so full of shit!
Born and raised by hypocrites.
Hearts recycled but never saved.
From the cradle to the grave.
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to to the middle east.
We are the stories and disciples of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make belive and it don't belive in me and
I DON'T CARE!

(IV. Dearly Beloved)

Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented?
Or am I disturbed?
The space that's inbetween insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded?
Or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse

(V. Tales of Another Broken Home)

To live and not to breathe
Is not die in tragedy
To run, ton run away
To find what you belive
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist
So I run, I run away
To the light of masochists
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line a million and one fucking times
But not this time
I don't feel any shame, I wont apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from the pain when you've been victimized

Tales from another broken home"

[Sepe]

Holidayn vuaro.


Chapter 3. Holiday

"Hear the sound of the falling rain.
Coming down like an armageddon flame
The shame
The ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howling out of keay
To a hymn called "Faith and Missery"
And bleed the company lost the war today

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line
To find the money's on the other side
Can I get another amen?
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men
A gag
A plastic bag on a monument

The representative of California has the floor
Zieg heil to the president gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the eiffel towers
Who criticize your gouverment
Bang, bang goes the broken glass
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire seting fire
Is not a way that's ment for me
Justcause - justcause, because we're outlaws (YEAH!)

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
This is our lives on holiday"

[Sepe]

Yrittäkää edes ymmärtää tämän tarinan merkitystä, kiitos.

Chapter 4. Boulevard of Broken Dreams

"I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone. I walk alone. I walk alone. I walk alone.

My shadow's the only one that walks besides me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes i wish someone out there will find me
'til then I walk alone

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the borderline of the edge
And where I walk alone
Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and everything's allright
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone
I walk alone. I walk alone. I walk alone. I walk alone

I walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone

My shadows the only one that walks besides me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'til then I walk alone"