Showing posts with label lyrics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lyrics. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Performance of the Day - GREEN DAY!

Today's performance of the day, the biggest punk rock band in the world, GREEN DAY! Performing songs off their stellar 21st Century Breakdown album at a secret show in Berlin. This is, in my oppinion, a high quality live video. Except for how they cut off the end of 'em and some beginnings. Included for your convenience, lyrics to all the songs courtesy of 21stcenturybreakdownlyricsgreenday.blogspot.com. Though not too convenient if you want to read and watch at the same time. This is just to whet yer whistle though, as I am working on an all new confessional religio-document concerning Green Day, the Ramones, and me. It's posts like this that make me glad no one can comment!

"American Eulogy"


Sing us the song of the century
That sings like American eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Of forgotten hope and the class of 13
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me

Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria

Red alert is the color of panic
Elevated to the point of static
Beating into the hearts of the fanatics
And the neighborhood's a loaded gun
Idle thought leads to full-throttle screaming
And the welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
And it's creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria

Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria

True sounds of maniacal laughter
And the deaf-mute is misleading the choir
The punch line is a natural disaster
And it's sung by the unemployed
Fight fire with a riot
The class war is hanging on a wire
Because the martyr is a compulsive liar
When he said
"It's just a bunch of niggers throwing gas into the hysteria"

Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria

There's a disturbance on the oceanside
They tapped into the reserve
The static response is so unclear now
Mayday this is not a test!
As the neighborhood burns, American is falling
Vigilantes warning you
Calling Christian and Gloria

I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world

I'm the class of 13 In the era of dissent
A hostage of the soul On a strike to pay the rent
The last of the rebels Without a common ground
I'm gonna light a fire Into the underground

I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world

I am a nation without bureaucratic ties
Deny the allegation as it's written

I want to take a ride to the great divide
Beyond the "up to date" And then neo-gentrified
The high definition for the low resident
Where the value of your mind Is not held in contempt

I can hear the sound of A beating heart
That bleeds beyond a system That's falling apart
With money to burn on a minimum wage
'Cause I don't give a shit about the modern age

I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world

"21st Century Breakdown"


Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell.
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled.
The last one born, the first one to run,
My dad/town was blind by refinery sun.

My generation is zero.
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found.
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind.
to the 20th century deadline.

I was made of poison and blood.
Condemnation is what I understood
From Mexico to the Berlin Wall
Homeland security could kill us all.

My generation is zero.
I never made it as a working class hero.
21st century breakdown,
I once was lost but never was found.
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind.
to the 20th century deadline.

We are the cries of the class of 13
born in the era of humility
we are the desperate in the decline
raised by the bastards of 1969!!!

My name is no one, your long lost son
Born on the 4th of July
raising the bygones of heroes and cons
left me for dead or alive

There is the war that's inside my head
that questions the results and lies
While breaking my back til I'm damn near well dead
When enough ain't enough to survive.

I am an agent, a worker, a pawn
my debt to the status quo
the scars on my hands are a means to an end
it's all that I have to show

I'm taking a loan on my sanity
for the redemption of my soul
well I am exempt from this tragedy
and the 21st century fall

Praise, Liberty
the freedom to obey
it's a song that strangles me
well, don't cross the line

Oh, dream American dream
I can't even sleep/see
from brainstorms/rainstorms til dawn
Oh, bleed America bleed
believe what you read
from heroes and cons.

"The Static Age"


Can you hear the sound of the static noise?
Blasting out in stereo
Cater to the class and the paranoid
Music to my nervous system
Advertising love and religion
Murder on the airwaves
Slogans on the brink of corruption
Vision of blasphemy, war and peace
Screaming at you

I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

Billboard on the rise in the dawn's landscape
Working your insanity
Tragic a'la madness and concrete
Coca Cola execution
Conscience on a cross and
You're hearts in a vice
Squeezing out your state of mind
Are what you own that you cannot buy?
What a fucking tragedy, strategy
Screaming at you.

I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

Hey hey it's the static age
This is how the west was won
Hey hey it's the static age millennium

All I want to know
Is a God-damned thing
Not what's in the medicine
All I want to do is
I want to breathe
Batteries are not included
What's the latest way that a man can die
Screaming hallelujah?
Singing out "The dawn's early light"
The silence of the rotten, forgotten
Screaming at you.

I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

"Last of the American Girls"


She puts her makeup on
Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She's got her little book of conspiracies
Right in her hand
She is paranoid like
Endangered species headed into extinction
She is one of a kind
She's the last of the American girls

She wears her overcoat
For the coming of the nuclear winter
She is riding her bike
Like a fugitive of critical mass
She's on a hunger strike
For the ones who won't make it for dinner
She makes enough to survive
For a holiday of working class

She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated.
She won't cooperate
She's the last of the American girls

She plays her vinyl records
Singing songs on the eve of destruction
She's a sucker for
All the criminals breaking the laws
She will come in first
For the end of western civilization
She's an endless war
Like a hero for the lost cause
Like a hurricane
In the heart of the devastation
She's a natural disaster
She's the last of the American girls

She puts her makeup on
Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She's got her little book of conspiracies
Right in her hand
She will come in first
For the end of western civilization
She's a natural disaster
She's the last of the American girls

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

It's a Super-Man's World Lyric Sheet

"It's a Superman's World"
by Dan Robinson


Up, up, up... up, up and away now! x4

It's hard to smoke an eighth a day.
When you haven't got a penny to yer name.
I do it anyway.

Male child of the stars with the Marvel Monkey seed.
I'll give it to my girl if we decide to breed.
When I try and rub her back my palms open up and bleed.
Touchin' K circuits gonna gimmee what I need.

Up, up, up... up, up and away now! x4

I'm an alium from outer space.
Super-powered by Earth's sun's yellow rays.
It fuckin' feels great.

I spent most of last year playin' bass on Earth-2.
I see myself with short hair, my continuity is screwed.
I don't wanna be Bizarro, me am self-overcome dude.
Don't come into my pad if yer Kryptonite is blue.

Up, up, up... up, up and away now! x4

If I'm just a drawing on a page,
Then how come I feel so much pain?
It'll go away.

I like myself and I like my mom and dad.
I like Saturn Girl and I like Lightning Lad.
I alone decide what is good and what is bad.
It's a Superman's world and the rest are fuckin' fads.

Up, up, up... up, up, up and away!

"That's All I Need"
by Todd Purse

Hangin' out on a Friday night.
I play my guitar and I'm feelin' alright.
I don't wanna go out tonight,
Cause I got my baby by my side.

And that's all I need:
A little bit of you and a lot of weed.
That's all I need! x 2

I'm on the corner again.
It's almost half past ten.
My dude will be here soon.
Then we'll go back to my room.

And that's all I need:
A little bit of you and a lot of weed.
That's all I need! x 2

When I'm in my room,
And I'm thinkin' 'bout you.
And when I'm all alone,
You know what I wanna do... c'mon now!

Third verse same as the first!

Hangin' out on a Friday night.
I play my guitar and I'm feelin' alright.
I don't wanna go out tonight,
Cause I got my baby by my side.

And that's all I need:
A little bit of you and a lot of weed.
That's all I need! x 2

"Do the Gremlin"
by Dan Robinson

All us little gremlins at the shorty blast.
(Do the Gremlin! Oh, Do the Gremlin!)
Drinkin' down baby sham from a dirty glass.
(Do the Gremlin! Oh, Do the Gremlin!)
No health insurance but our cuts heal fast.

All us dirty gremlins at the honey hive.
(Do the Gremlin! Oh, Do the Gremlin!)
I stand up tall cause I got gremlin pride.
(Do the Gremlin! Oh, Do the Gremlin!)
I wear dark glasses cause bright lights hurt my eyes.

All us junky gremlins at the AA meet.
(Do the Gremlin! Oh, Do the Gremlin!)
I wear a leather jacket and candy's all I eat.
(Do the Gremlin! Oh, Do the Gremlin!)
Fuck you I got dancin' gremlin feet!

"Lipstick Lunatic"
by Todd Purse

When yer out on the street,
Everbody wants to be with you.
When yer hangin' at the show,
All the boys wanna know about you.

Lipstick lunatic, she's all dolled up.
Lipstick lunatic, she's just don't give a fuck.
She's so fine, all the time.
But boy watch yer back,
Cause you never know when she's gonna attack.
Look out!

Young girl filled with rage,
that kinda love should be locked in a cage.
And she don't care about you.
Never stoppin', never slow down,
She's out on the town.
And she don't give a fuck about you.

Lipstick lunatic, she's all dolled up.
Lipstick lunatic, she's all that I want.
She's so rad, and she treats me bad.
But she's the best little girl that I've ever had.
Alright now!

"Not a Heartbreaker No Mo"
by Dan Robinson and Todd Purse

Johnny Thunders, what'd you do,
When life's problems got to you?
I take the drugs and I drink the booze,
But I guess I just ain't born to lose.

Cause I don't wanna be a heartbreaker no more.
So come on baby please, and get with me on the floor.
Come on pretty baby. Come on baby doll.
Let's get together... be the best that they ever saw.

I'm not a heartbreaker no mo, oh oh!
No I'm not a heartbreaker no mo.

I wipe the glitter out of my eyes.
Lettin' all them little girles cry.
Askin' themselves, "Why, oh why?"
But ya gotta have thighs to be a girlfriend of mine.

And I don't wanna be a heartbreaker no more.
So come on baby please, let it be me you adore.
Come on pretty baby. Come on baby doll.
Let's get together... be the best that they ever saw.

I'm not a heartbreaker no mo, oh oh!
No I'm not a heartbreaker no mo.

"Sugar Snack Shuffle"

by Todd Purse

If yer tryin' to forget tonight,
Grab a donut and take a bite.
All the kids are startin' to get down.
Eatin' that sweet sugar by the pound.

Now everybody knows that:
All the kids are doin' the Sugar Snack Shuffle.
Havin' fun but don't mind startin' trouble.
It don't suck like disco and the Hustle.
Everbody's doin' the Sugar Snack Shuffle!

If yer baby ain't treatin' been you right.
Runnin' round and stayin' out all night.
Grab a milkshake, c'mon chug it down.
Sugar's gonna wipe away that frown. (Yeah it is!)

Now everybody knows that:
All the kids are doin' the Sugar Snack Shuffle.
Havin' fun but don't mind startin' trouble.
It don't suck like disco and the Hustle.
Everbody's doin' the Sugar Snack Shuffle!

All songs copyright Dan Robinson and Todd Purse 2008 and published by Danthology Music. Word.

Headies News!

Good news everybody! The two most recent Madison Underground Recordings releases (The Headies - "It's A Super-Man's World" and Tit Patrol - "Shut Up Juice") are within five units of a dual sell-outs! That's right, pop-punk is NOT dead. Anyway, both bands have upcoming releases, the Headies have their debut full-length recorded and mixed by West Chester's favorite son Mike Bardzik, and it is currently being put together and pressed, due out this winter entitled "Sugar and Spice (And Everything's Fucked)". Tit Patrol is of course going up to New Hampshire to record with Joe Queer from November 28 - December 2 to work on their upcoming second full-length, tentatively titled "Tit Patrol's Still Cookin'". We are unsure whether to spend hard earned bucks to reprint the older releases, or just let them marinate in digital download form for awhile and let eBay have it's way. Irregardless! I'm gonna burn a post in honor of the non-existent lyric sheet from "It's a Super-Man's World." We've gotten a lot of demands for it, so hopefully anyone who cares will check this out... (see above!) Thanks to my constant cohorts Toddy, Frolic, Huffer and ESPECIALLY the Main Man Timmy Toner for being in more than one band with me! And by the way, all songs copyright Dan Robinson and Todd Purse, published by Danthology Music!