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(Tré, Billie Joe und Mike von links)



Greenday wurde 1987 gegrüdet, sie sind eine der größten Punkrockband der Welt.

Billie Joe Armstron ist der Frontsänger und Gitarrist von Greenday. Er wurde am 17.02.1972 in Rodeo / Kalifornien geboren.

Tré Cool, Drummer der Band wurde am 9.12.1972 in Berkeley / Kalifornien geboren.

Mike Dirnt am Bass wurde am 4.05.1972 in Berkeley / Kalifornien geboren.


Konzert in San Fransico

In ihren ersten Jahren spielten sie jeden Saal leer doch 1994 hatten sie mit Dookie ihren ersten großen Hit. Seit dem führen sie den Punkrock an. 2004, 10 Jahre nach ihrem erstem Erfolk wurden sie mit American Idiot weltbekannt.


Billie Joe Armstrong







SONGTEXTE:


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 aliention.
Where everything isn´t meant to be ok.
Television dreams of tomrrow.
We´re not the ones meant to follow
for that´s enough to argue.
Maybe I am the faggot american
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 contoroller by the mania.
Information age of hysteria
calling out to IDIOT AMERICA *tm*




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 supposed to be
in the land of make believe.
That don´t believe in me
get my television fix sitting on my crucifix.
The livingroom in my private womb
while the moms bread´s are away.
To fall in love and fall in deist
to alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
to keep me insane and doing someone else cocaine.

At the centre of the earth
in the parking lot of the till where I was taught.
The motto was just a lie
it says "home is where your heart is"
but what a shame.
Cause everybody´s heart doesn´t beat the same
were beating out of time.
City of the dead.
At the end of another lost highway
signs mis leading to nowhere - city of the damned.
Lost children with dirty faces today
no one really seems to care.
I read the graffiti in the bathroomstall
like the holy scriptures in 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 raelly care less.
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.
Everyone is so full of shit!
Born and raised by hypocrites.
Hearts reasycled but nerver saved.
From the cradle to the grane.
We are the kids of war and peace
from an ahemto 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
and I don´t care!

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 in sane and insecure
oh therapy, can you pleas 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.

To live and not to breathe
is to die in tragedy.
To run, to run away to find what to 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 masochists
and I leave behinde this hurrican of fucking lies
and I walked this line a million and one fucking times
but not this time.
I don´t beel any shane, I won´t apologipe
when there ain´t nowhere you can go.
Running away from pain when you´ve been victimized.
Tales from another brocken home.




Holiday:

Hear the sound of falling rain
coming like an amageddon flame
the shame.
The ones who died whitout a name
hear the dogs howling out of key
to a hymn called "fath and misery"
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´son 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 hell to the president gasman
bombs away is your punishment.
Pulverize the eiffel towes
who criticize your goverment.
BANG BANG goes the broken glass.
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,
this is our lives on holiday.




Boulevard of broken dreams:

I walk a lonley road
the oney on that I have ever knowen.
Don´t know where it goes
but it´s home to me and I walk alone.
I walk thia 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 beside me.
My shadows 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 everyything´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 alone.
I walk this empty street of the boulevard of broken dreams.
where the city sleeps.
And I´m the only one and I walk alone.
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.



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