Favorite Lines (Look, I Didn’t Say ‘Fuck’ This Time. Oh, Damn . . .)
I didn’t really do the greatest review of the ‘American Idiot’ CD, so to make up for that I’m going to list my favorite lines from all the songs on the CD. That work for you? Don’t care if it doesn’t. (Oh, and I will be breaking down the songs that have about five parts and pick lines from each of the parts.)
***American Idiot***
And can you hear the sound of hysteria
The subliminal mind fuck America
***Jesus of Suburbia (Five Parts)***
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 . . .
City of the Damned
I read the graffiti,
In the bathroom stall,
Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall . . .
I Don’t Care
Everyone Is So Full Of Shit!
Born and raised by hypocrites,
Hearts recycled but never saved,
From the cradle to the grave . . .
Dearly Beloved
Are we demented? Or am I disturbed?
The space that’s in between insane and insecure
Tales From Another Broken Home
I lost my faith to this,
This town that don’t exist (I love this. It reminds me of me)
***Holiday***
Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There’s a flag wrapped around the score of men,
A gag,
A plastic bag on a monument
***Boulevard of Broken Dreams***
Read between the lines of what’s
Fucked up and everything’s alright
Check my vital signs to know I’m still alive
***Are We The Waiting*** (My favorite song)
The rage and love, the story of my life,
The Jesus of suburbia is a lie
And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, unknown . . .
***St. Jimmy***
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
***Give Me Novacaine***
Give me a long kiss goodnight,
And everything will be alright,
Tell me that I won’t feel a thing
***She’s a Rebel***(I love this song. It also reminds me of myself)
She’s a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
***Extraordinary Girl***
She sees the mirror of herself,
An image she wants to sell,
To anyone willing to buy
***Letterbomb*** (Which, coincedentally, has nothing to do with letterbombs)
You’re not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is a figment of
Your father’s raise and your mother’s love
Made me the idiot America
***Wake Me Up When September Ends***
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
***Homecoming (Five Parts)***
The Death of St. Jimmy
In the crowd of pain, St. Jimmy comes without any shame,
He says “We’re fucked up”,
But we’re not the same,
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame . . .
Jimmy died today
He blew his brains out into the bay . . .
East 12th Street
Jesus is filling out paperwork now,
At the facility on east 12th st,
He’s not listening to a word now,
He’s in his own world,
And he’s daydreaming
Nobody Likes You
Nobody likes you,
Everyone left you,
They’re all out without you,
Havin’ fun . . .
Rock ‘n’ Roll Girlfriend
I got a kid in New York,
I got a kid in the Bay,
I haven’t drank or smoked nothin’,
In over 22 days,
So get off of my case
We’re Coming Home Again (This is the one that has to do with letterbombs)
The time has come and it’s going nowhere,
Nobody ever said that life was fair now,
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear,
In the summer heat
***Whatsername***
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and then I took a different path
I remember the face
But I can’t recall the name
Now I give all the songs alternative titles. And some of them are funny and pick fun at the songs and you know I worship Green Day, so no bitching.
American Idiot–Let’s Use Lots of Big Words While I Bitch About Bush (Hell yeah!)
Jesus of Suburbia–Let’s Create An Alter Ego for this Cool ‘Rock Opera’
Holiday–The Song Where Sarcasm Is Mistaken For Hating Gays and France
Boulevard of Broken Dreams–Let’s Complain While Billie Joe Looks Hot in Eyeliner
Are We The Waiting–I Think I’m Going Through Nicotine Withdrawal or Somethin’
St. Jimmy–Another Alter Ego Has Come to Play With the First Alter Ego . . . Yay!
Give Me Novacaine–You Will Never Look At a Dentist’s Office the Same Way Again
She’s a Rebel–Oh, She’s So Cool . . . If I Sing About Her I Might Get Laid
Extraordinary Girl–Oh, No . . . Romance Troubles
Letterbomb–In Which There is Nothing to Do With Letterbombs
Wake Me Up When September Ends– (Out of respect for Billie’s late father whom this song is about, I will say nothing.)
Homecoming–In Which St. Jimmy Dies, Jesus Shows Up, A Lot of Coffee is Drank, Letterbombs Are Finally Mentioned, and We All Come Home (One of the most eventful songs on the CD)
Whatsername–I Still Love That Girl . . . But What the Fuck Was Her Name Again?
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Now, that I have all that fun out of my system . . .
Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru
