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Poslije Beatlesa najpoznatiji bend na svijetu, no u odnosu na Beatlese bolji nekoliko milijuna svjetlosnih godina. Dijele mjesto sa Stonesima, ali ovi su zakon, a Stonesi nažalost nisu. Pred Slashom, Ron Wood se moze samo blago pokupiti doma i utopit tugu u Guinessu (sto mu inace jako tesko pada, jer je inace budala kupila kucu 200 m od tvornice). 40 godina na sceni, a 10 hitova. Predugo vrmena za nista.
Nego da se mi vratimo na ono sto je dobro. Ta ekipa je imala puno problema, a najveći problem bila je droga. Zbog toga je izletio Adler, a upao neusporedivo bolji Sorum iz grupe Cult, ali nije to to. Zbog toga, a i zbog štošta drugog je otisao i Izzy Stradlin, a onda su se u bendu nakotili Dizzy Reed i Gilby Clarke, a Axl je bio sve luđi. Na bini je jedino Sorum svirao kako treba. Duff je bio pun svih droga i pića i on je brljao do boli. Svirao je krivo i uopce ga nije bilo briga. Slash se kurčio jer mu je to u prirodi + heroin, a kod kurčenja Axl je svjetski prvak. Tako da je to sve na kraju otislo u kurac, ali sto im god kazes oni kazu: ?Mi smo napravili "Appetite for destruction" i šta ćeš ti??
Čovjek moze ljutiti ili ih slusati i gaziti se kada ima mogućnost.
Dakle Appetite for destruction izlazi 87' i u roku od nekoliko mjeseci doseže prvo mjesto na billboardu. Naravno i njemu se zabranila orginal naslovnica. 89' izbacuju "Lies". Album nije ni blizu toliko dobar, ali je odjeknuo u javnosti. Tu je Patience i Used to love her, ali i jedna pjesma koja je izazvala najviše polemika, a to je One in a million. Pjesma govori o Axlovom dolasku iz male seoske u veliku gradsku sredinu i ono što je zapazio. U pjemi je popljuvao policiju i njihov odnos s ljudima, popljuvao je crnce i njihovo zlato koje prodaju na svakom ćošku, s time da je baš rekao niggers. Popljuvao je imigrante, pogotovo arape, s time da je rekao da "šta oni hoće", "dodju tu u našu zemlju i žele napraviti nekakav mini-iran. Popljuvao je pedere i rekao da njihove fore ne drže vodu, da su im prava koja traže zakurac i da šire jebene boluštine. A onda ide dio gdje se okomio na radikale i rasiste. Kaže da ne pokazuju prstom na njega, jer on samo želi živjeti kako spada, bez njihovog sranja. Ta pjesma ih je još više uzdigla iako je nisu svirali u živo. (Axl nije rasist, mislim Slash mu je svirao u bendu, a on je mulat)
Nakon toga 91' izlaze Use your illusion I i Use your illusion II. Instant bestselleri. 93' još izlazi The Spagetti incident koji je katastrofa, ali je funkcionirao.
Nakon raspada benda bilo je nekoliko sudskih sporova, tako da je Axl dobio prava na ime benda i tamo nesto brljao sa novim albumom Chinese Democracy koji izlazi već 10 godina. Naravno okupio je on svoje gunse za nekoliko koncerata s time da je gitaru svirao Buckethead. Slash je osnovao Slash's snakepit. Odlična fora jer je on poznat po zmijama, mislim nosio jesamo čizme sa uzorkom zmijske kože, imaju u pjesmi rattlesnake suitcase i u spotu Patience je ležao na krevetu u čizmama i igrao se s pitonom. S njima je izdao par albuma koje imaju samo fanovi, koji meni iskreno nisu toliko dobri. Čak mu je svirao i jedan Hrvat u bendu.
Sad je okupio Velvet Revolver, a to je shit. Pjevac je na drogama, a danas je 2005. Pa tip kasni barem 20 godina. Tako da će se i to kad-tad raspasti.
Izzy je imao nekoliko solo albuma. Nista veliko ni značajno.
Steven Adler je još uvijek živ i nedavno je bio u Hrvatskoj sa svojim bendom Adler's Appetite.
Imaju gunsi još dobih pjesama, ali te se pjesme nikada ne bi našle na mom playlistu.


Anything goes. U odnosu na druge, jedna ne toliko dobra stvar.
Stvar je o ljutoj defloraciji. "Maybe baybe you've got something to lose" Gle stiha, ono!!
Ovo je najgori stih o defloraciji. "Debris" su ostaci primjerice poslje neke katastrofe.
"Panties 'round your knees, with your ass in debris" AJME!!
Solo vrišti libidom. Naravno u refrenu je neizostavan dio hopa-cupa, samo što je ovdje rečeno My way, your way. Idioti. 80

Don't cry u originalnoj verziji. Dakle svi ju znamo i svima je savršena, samo ne znamo o čemu je riječ. U pjesmi tip napušta ženu i kaže da ne plače, a napušta ju. Kaže joj da će je se sjetiti tu i tamo i da ima na umu da je nikada nije lagao. Sutra je novi dan. Ono, pjesma nije pozitivna, ali je dobro napravljena. Spot je savršen. Slash Rulz! Solo razara. 100

Don't cry, ali u drugoj verziji. To je bolja verzija. Ovo je blues. Tekst je više razrađen. Razlika je u tome što je ovdje riječ o razdvojenim ljudima. Cura je u komi jer joj se drugi ljubavni planovi nisu ostvarili, ali joj tip poručuje da je on uvijek tu jer nemaju svi privilegiju da imaju vječno rame za plakanje. I on je tu bez obzira na činjenicu da je shvatio da nikada neće biti dio njenog života, jer je taj nekakav sigurni osjećaj izumro.
Ovo je najbolji dio teksta:
"And when you're in need of someone
My heart won't deny you
So many seem so lonely
With no one left to cry to" 100
Estranged je meni jedna jako dobra stvar. Dobro se gradi. Tih 9 minuta nas savršeno uvedu u vrijeme i prostor. Dakle, pri slušanju treba početi od naslova. Estranged. To znači otuđen, no uključuje nekakvnu najčešće ljubavnu vezu koja se raspala. Taj pojam baš označava to.
Dakle odmah znamo da je netko otuđen. Znači netko je u kurcu. Ta osoba ima miješane emocije i pitanje je umjetnika kako će to prikazati. Ovo je prikazano direktno u glavu.
Pošto je osoba sama, onda misli da će ostati sama zauvijek, pa pomisli na to da smo na svijet došli sami, pa ćemo sami i umrijeti. Onda nam kaže da nam nitko nije rekao kako će nam sudbina izgledati i da bi to saznali, moramo čekati i vidjeti sami. Dosta zastrašujuće, kad smo već kod toga.Tu kaže jednu fora stvar:
"Old at heart but I'm only 28
And I'm much too young
To let love break my heart"
Onda ipak kaže da mora zadržati nadu da će izaći iz ove usrane situacije.
Kaže da je ovu šansu propustio. Nije se snašao i kada sabere sve činjenice, onda će valjda neki drugi put uspjeti. No sada je u komi. Ne želi prekinuti radove na svemu što je napravio. Ne želi prerezati sve veze koje je povezao. No kraj je tu i neizbježan je. I dogodio se. @7:10 počinje kraj. I onda postoji odmak od nekog određenog vremena. Na kraju kaže da nikada neće naći zamjenu i da će morati sam.
Fora je što se nakon kraja u sjećanjima vrati na taj dio njegovog života. I onda opet ide onaj najbolji dio u pjesmi, odnosno onaj mrak dio sa olujom. Znao je da kraj veze dolazi, ali su mu prijatelji rekli da fantazira, ali sve što su oboje ikada imali je nestalo, ali on još na kraju kaže da nikada nije htio da se to dogodi.
Još da vidiš spot. To je spot koji je koštao 3 milijuna dolara. Ovo je čista 100

It's so easy. Savršena stvar. Riječi pogotovo. Opake gitare. Zanimljivo je da je svaka stvar s albuma Appetite for destruction predobra, ali ova je bila prvi singl i uopće se nije probila. Onda su izbacili Sweet child o' mine i to ih je dovelo do broja 1. Samo godinu dana poslije u Engleskoj, pri izvođenju ove pjesme na jednom festivalu 2 ljudi je nasmrt zgaženo.
Pjesma govori kako je lako iskoristiti ženu i izvuće se bez obaveza.
Jako mi je dobar jedan dio koji kaže:
"I see you standin up. You think you're so cool. Why don't you just, **** OFF?!"
I jedan drugi:
"Turn around ****, i've got a use for you, besides you ain't got nothing better to do and i'm bored." Ajme! To su Gunsi. 100

Knockin on heaven's door. Najpoznatija obrada na svijetu. Tko kaže da mu je bolji orginal ima problema sa sluhom, mozgom, a bome i potencijom.
Jedna stvar me jako živcira. Kada se god ova pjesma pjeva u društvu, svi pjevaju Knocking on THE heavens's door. Koliko blentav možeš biti. Nema THE!! Ta riječ ne postoji. 90

Mr. Brownstone. Jako dobra stvar.
Govori o drogi. Postoje dvije verzije. Naime, Mr. Brownstone može biti sleng za heroin, a može biti da je to jedan kompleks zgrada koji se zove "Brownstone apartments" gdje je Izzy kupovao drogu. No pjesma je o korištenju droge. Naime skoro svi članovi su bili na heroinu, ali ih je menadžer dotjerao u koliki-koliki red. Sve osim Stevena Adlera koji je zbog toga izbačen. No alkohol je sveprisutan kod Gunsa. Yauzah!!! 90

My Michelle. Uff. Odličan uvod. Tekst dobar. Stvar dobra. Enjoy.
Pjesma govori o poznanici benda i to na pravi istinit način. Opisala je njeno djetinjstvo, napredak i uspjeh u životu. Zamisli kako je bilo lijepo odrastati u ovoj situaciji.
"Your daddy works in porno, now that mommy's not around
She used to love her heroin, but now she's underground
So you stay out late at night and you do your coke for free
Drivin' your friends crazy with your life's insanity"
No na kraju ima nade:
"Honey don't stop tryin; And you'll get what you deserve" 90

Nightrain. Stvar koja možda najbolje govori o tome koliko su Gunsi ludi.
Mislim Night train je vino. To je kao naš Ribar. I oni su se za vrijeme snimanja albuma ubijali od tog usranog vina i jednog dana su šetali ulicom i dobili ideju. To je kao vino za propalice. Ima velik postotak alkohola 18 %, a jeftino. Sve propalice uživaju u tome. Za vrijeme snimanja prvog albuma, oni stvarno nisu imali love za ništa drugo. Ova pjesma je o posljedicama tog vina. 90

November rain. Dakle najduži hit koji je ikad došao među top 10. Najbolja stvar kod ove pjesme je Slash i njegova svirka. To je gitaristička ljepota. Cijela pjesma je savršena.
U spotu prvo vidimo Axla kako se budi iz sna znojan, uzima pilule i gleda u pod. Na stoliće sa strane vidimo raspelo s time da je Isusova noga odrezna. Nakon tog dijela vraćamo se u prošlost i vidimo da se udaje za svoju curu (tada poznatu manekenku), a Slash je kum. I on svira i to je savršeno. Snimaju jednog gitarista u nigdjezemskoj i koriste tračnice, kran i helikopter. I zato su dali 1,5 milijuncica, ali zato je spot jedan od najboljih ikada, ako ne i najbolji. I onda krene kiša na svadbi i ljudi se počnu skrivati. Onda pjesma prekine.
I svi sretni i zadovoljni. Da, oni jadnici koji su gledali TV verziju koja je odrezana.
Tada tek akcija kreće. @6:45 Tu se stvari zakompliciraju. U spotu vidimko koncertnu dvoranu s orkestrom i publikom. Axl svira klavir, a Slash se penje na klavir i svira perfektan solo. U međuvremenu žena umire, a priča se prebacuje na sprovod od žene i pada kiša, te vidimo pokislog axla. Na kraju na lijes padne buket ruža koji mijenja boju. Nevjerojatno. Genijalnost u najčišćem obliku. Kažu da je ovo bazirano na jednoj kratkoj prči gdje se cura ubije jer sazna da je tip vara. 100

Out to get me. Mozda ne toliko dobra stvar koliko je zakon. I'm fuckin' innocent! I jos na kraju stisne par psovki. Dobro. 65
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Paradise city. Stvar o preživljavanju danas. Opća kritika društva. Svatko želi svoj Paradise city. Spot za ovu pjesmu pokazuje pripreme za jedan koncert i snimke s koncerta.
Na pripremama Slash stoji na sredini trave na stadionu i svira na razglas. No fora je u tome što to nije njihov koncert, nego koncert od Maidena. Oni su bili samo predgrupa i njihova bina je bila samo 30% bine od Maidena. Bilo kako bilo pjesma je 100.

Rocket Queen. Jedna jako dobra stvar. Svidja mi se pogotovo onaj dio od 3:20 nadalje. Uff
To je ljubavna pjesma. Govori o tome da svatko treba nekoga, a kada je riječ o tome, jedino što možeš napraviti je riskirati i probati se ne opeći. Ovdje imamo curu koja se opekla previše puta i ne želi da joj se to opet dogodi. Odlična mi je fora orgazmično stenjanje koje počinje @ 2:20 i traje dosta dugo. 100

Sweet child o' mine. Jedan od najprepoznatljivijih uvoda. Moram spomenuti da je centralni solo mozda najbolje utopljen solo u neku pjesmu, obratiti pozornost na to molim. Počinje @ 3:33 Axl je pjesmu napisao za svoju dugogodišnju curu. Inače ovo jedna od najboljih ljubavnih pjesama ikada. Zato odmah ide 100
Kratko pitanje... Da li si ikad čuo/čula bolju pjesmu? Mislim, da moraš sve pjesme staviti na hrpu i izvući 50 najboljih komada da bi se odlučio koja je ajmoreć najbolja. Mislim da bi svatko imao problema izbaciti ovu pjesmu iz
50 pjesama.

Think about you. Tema zakon, a realizacija još bolja. Možda nije toliko uvjerljiva, ali možda je to dobro jer pokazuje neke uzburkane i nedefenirane emocije. Tekst je iskren. Pjesma je ljubavna. Refren je genijalno složen. Odlična podloga. 100

Welcome to the jungle. Savršena stvar koja govori o grubosti svijeta. Govoti o onoj tamnoj strani slave. Fora je onaj dio "vrtoglavice" kada glazba opisuje stanje u kojem je subjekt.
Dobar solo. 95

You could be mine. Dobar tekst. Dobar solo. Odličan aranžman. Pjesma govori o curi s kojom se tip svezao, ali ona nikako da odraste, nego šmrče i zajebaje. Tipu je žao, ali mu to ide na kurac već 5 godina i odluči prekinuti sve. Enjoy. 85

You're crazy. Gazenje u stilu Gunsa. Treba zavoliti ovu pjesmu da bi pojedinac u potpunosti mogao doživjeti Gunse. Previše rocka. 50

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Since we're feeling so anesthetised
In our comfort zone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home

We're running out of alibis
From the second of May
Reminds me of the summer time
On this winter's day

See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end

Every step we take that's synchronized
Every broken bone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home

You shower me with lullabies
As you're walking away
Reminds me that it's killing time
On this fateful day

See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end

From the time we intercepted
Feels more like suicide...

See you at the bitter end

This Picture"

I hold an image of the ashtray girl
Of cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
And put our friendship to the test
And late at night
Whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?

Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphore
You know we miss her
We miss her picture

Sometimes it's fated
(We) Disintegrated it
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's fated
(We) Assassinated it
For fear of growing old

Farewell the ashtray girl
Angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake
Goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore
You know we miss her
We miss her picture

Sometimes it's fated
(We) Disintegrated it
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's fated
(We) Assassinated it
For fear of growing old

Hang on
Though we try
It's gone
Hang on
Though we try
It's gone

Sometimes it's fated
(We) Disintegrated it
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's fated
(We) Assassinated it
For fear of growing old
Can't stop growing old...

"Song To Say Goodbye"

You are one of God's mistakes,
You crying, tragic waste of skin,
I'm well aware of how it aches ,
And you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door,
To try and save your swollen face ,
Though I don't like you anymore,
You lying, trying waste of space..

Before our innocence was lost,
You were always one of those ,
Blessed with lucky sevens ,
And the voice that made me cry .
My Oh My.

You were mother nature's son ,
Someone to whom I could relate ,
Your needle and your damage done,
Remains a sorted twist of fate.
Now I'm trying to wake you up ,
To pull you from the liquid sky ,
Coz if I don't we'll both end up ,
With just your song to say goodbye.
My Oh My.

A song to say goodbye,
A song to say goodbye ,
A song to say...

Before our innocence was lost,
You were always one of those,
Blessed with lucky sevens,
And the voice that made me cry.

It's a song to say goodbye.

Black Eyed"

I was never faithful
And I was never one to trust
Borderlining schizo
And guaranteed to cause a fuss
I was never loyal
Except to my own pleasure zone
I'm forever black-eyed
A product of a broken home

I was never faithful
And I was never one to trust
Borderline bipolar
Forever biting on your nuts
I was never grateful
That's why I spend my days alone
I'm forever black-eyed
A product of a broken home (Broken home)
Black-eyed [repeat]

I was never faithful
And I was never one to trust
Borderlining schizo
And guaranteed to cause a fuss
I was never loyal
Except to my own pleasure zone
I'm forever black-eyed
A product of a broken home (Broken home)
Black-eyed [repeat]

GREEN DAY

"Holiday"

Say, Hey!

Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame
The ones who died without a name

Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)
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 protestor has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side

Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument

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

(Hey!)
(Say, Hey!)

"The representative from California has the floor"

Zieg Heil to the president gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause, just cause, 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
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
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American Idiot"

Don't want to be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new media
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Well maybe I'm 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.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

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

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Jesus Of Suburbia"

[Part 1]

I'm the son of raging love
The Jesus of Suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of soda pop 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

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

[Part 2: City Of The Damned]

At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of 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

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to careeeeee

[Part 3: I don't care]

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
[x4]

I don't careeeeeeeeee

Everyone 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 the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care! [x4]

[Part 4: 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 in between 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

[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]

To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
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 masochist
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 won't apologize

When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home

You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah you're leaving home...
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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 a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside 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

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
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 a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside 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

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside 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...

"Extraordinary Girl"

She's an Extraordinary girl
In an ordinary world
And she cant seem to get away

He lacks the courage in his mind
Like a child left behind
Like a pet left in the rain

She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days he feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying

She sees the mirror of herself
An image she wants to sell
To anyone willing to buy

He steals the image in her kiss
From her hearts apocalypse
From the one called whatsername

She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days he feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying

She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days he feels like dying
Some days it's not worth trying
Now that they both are finding
She gets so sick of crying

She's an Extraordinary girl
an Extraordinary girl
an Extraordinary girl
an Extraordinary girl

Wake Me Up When September Ends"

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends


Worry Rock"

Another sentimental argument and bitter love.
Fucked without a kiss again and dragged it through the mud.
Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone.
The worry rock has turned to dust and fallen on our pride.

A knocked down dragged out fight.
Fat lips and open wounds.
Another wasted night and no one will take the fall.

Where do we go from here?
And what did you do with the directions?
Promise me no dead end streets
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road.


"St. Jimmy"

St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4!

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
And I'm here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've been victimized

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?

I'll give you something to cry about.

ST. JIMMY!

My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime.

I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found

It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my nameeeeeee...and don't wear it out!

Green Day"

A small cloud has fallen
The white mist hits the ground
My lungs comfort me with joy
Vegging on one detail
The rest just crowds around
My eyes itch of burning red

Picture sounds
Of moving insects so surreal
Lay around
Looks like I found something new

Laying in my bed
I think I'm in left field
I picture someone, I think it's you
You're standing so damn close
My body begins to swell
Why does 1 + 1 make 2

Picture sounds
Of moving insects so surreal
Lay around
Looks like I found something new

Laying in my bed
I think I'm in left field
I picture someone, I think it's you
You're standing so damn close
My body begins to swell
Why does 1 + 1 make 2

Picture sounds
Of moving insects so surreal
Lay around

THE BLACK EYED PEASE

My Humps ....

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump,my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these scrubbers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karen, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gear but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Se7en Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t takin’
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
Well mix your milk wit my cocoa puffs,
Milky, milky coco
Mix your milk with my cocoa puffs, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
(oh)Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
(oh)Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

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GUNS 'N' ROSES...

Knocking On Heaven's Door"

Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door

Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door

"YOU JUST BETTER START SNIFFIN' YOUR OWN
RANK SUBJUGATION JACK 'CAUSE IT'S JUST
YOU AGAINST YOUR TATTERED LIBIDO, THE BANK
AND THE MORTICIAN, FOREVER MAN AND IT
WOULDN'T BE LUCK IF YOU COULD GET OUT OF
LIFE ALIVE"
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Oh My God"

It's not how you're thinking
Like you've been right
You've been living a trade-off
Believe your own version
Believe your enslavery and drain out your soul
What can I do when there's so many liars
That crawl through your veins
Like millions of spiders
That seek out their victims
And ruin the wiser
Watch out
Gotcha

Oh my god
I can't deny this
I've been taught just to kill and fight this
To bury it deeper where nobody can find it
Like nobody wanted to know

So give it away
Like they're not gonna fuck you
How long can you bear him
To come back and haunt you
To burn past your feelings
And cause you to suffer
You're starting to bleed
They don't give you up
Before its too late
What will you offer
In way of a healing
I'm so confused, abused, misused

Oh my god
I can't deny this
I've been taught just to kill and fight this
To bury it deeper where nobody can find it
Like nobody wouldn't know

Ooh, if it opens your eyes
This is better than a strong compromise
I was willing to be lost in the shuffle
If only you had let me know
Ooh, if it opens your eyes
This is better than the last compromise
I was willing to be lost in the shadows
If only you had let me know

And they wont give in
Cause they know what they're after
A kick in the face
Like its all that would matter
Ohh

Oh my god
I can't deny this
I've been taught just to murder and fight this
To bury it deeper where no one can find it
Cuz nobody wouldn't know

Ooh, if it opens your eyes
This is better than a good compromise
I was willing to be lost in the shuffle
If only you had let me know

Ooh, well its on with the show
Like the tide down on the ocean
The waves already set in motion
The only one in the game that's lost is you

Live & Let Die"

When you were young
and your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
you know you did
you know you did
you know you did
But if this ever changin world
in which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die

What does it matter to ya
When ya got a job to do
Ya got to do it well
You got to give the other fella hell

You used to say live and let live
you know you did
you know you did
you know you did
But if this ever changin world
in which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die


GREEN DAY

"American Idiot"

Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation to judge the new media
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the aryan nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones you're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the aryan nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones you're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Don't wanna be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It's calling out to idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the aryan nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones you're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

GREEN DAY

Jesus Of Suburbia"

[Part 1]

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 soda pop 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

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

[Part 2: City Of The Damned]

At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
We're beating out of time

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of 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

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to careeeeee

[Part 3: I don't care]

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
[x4]

I don't careeeeeeeeee

Everyone 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 the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care! [x4]

[Part 4: 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 in between 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

[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]

To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
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 masochist
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 won't apologize

When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home

You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah you're leaving home...

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