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He's a real nowhere man Sitting in his nowhere land Making all this nowhere plans For nobody

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You taught me how to liveee

do you know if they ever played this version live?

Turn out the lights Close your eyes Turn up the silence The heartache of your life Dance forever Under the lights This brutal love Oh, how you want it You're begging for it But you can't have it Even if you tried It's in the clutches In my hands of This brutal love Old toys This plastic heart Loners and fools are tearing me apart Here comes trouble The uninvited This brutal love Danger Not quite at home The eyes of temptation The flesh and my bones Hello stranger I'm a disaster This brutal love Bad luck Bitters and soda Anguish and shame The modern fool Bad sex Buy me a train wreck Something for my troubled mind Bad luck Bitters and soda Anguish and shame The modern fool Bad love Kiss me I'm loaded Something for my troubled mind Drop out Drop-dead hideous How low is this brutal love Drop out Drop-dead hideous How low is this brutal love Drop out Drop-dead hideous How low is this brutal love Drop out Drop-dead hideous How low is this brutal love This brutal love

This is the absolute best you will ever hear this song live. Billie can’t sing like this anymore

I've always preferred the raw Kerplunk version over the cleaner Dookie version. But that's just me.

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Boxed up all of her favorite things Sold the rest at a rainy yard sale Big plans and leaving friends and a westbound sign Weighed out, her choices on a scale Prevailing nothing made sense Just transportation and a blank decision She's taking off Taking off Taking off Taking off No time and no copping out She's burning daylight and petrol Blacked out the rear-view mirror Heading westward on Strung out on confusion road And ten-minute nervous breakdowns Xanax, a beer for thought And she's determined She's taking off Taking off Taking off Taking off Oh, is this salvation? Or an escape from discontent? Will she find her name In the California cement? Punched out of the grind That punched her one too many times Is tragedy 2000 miles away? She's taking off Alright

fire music right here 🔥🔥

am using this for a kazoo cover. thank you❤

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My hero.

mike is cool

Give Me A Long Kiss Goodnight And Everything Will Be Alright Tell Me Edie I Won't Feel A Thing So Give Me Novacaine

LYRICS: (Thank Me Later)... Thought I ran into you down on the street, Then it turned out to only be a dream 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 wonder how Whatsername has been Seems that she disappeared without a trace, Did she ever marry ol' what's-his-face? 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 nam, Now I wonder how Whatsername has been Remember, whatever, It seems like forever ago, Remember, whatever, It seems like forever ago (Remember, whatever), The regrets are useless in my mind, (It seems like forever ago), She's in my head, I must confess (Remember, whatever), The regrets are useless in my mind, (It seems like forever ago), She's in my head, so long ago Go, go, go, go…Go, go, go, go, go And in the darkest night, If my memory serves me right I'll never turn back time, Forgetting you, but not the time

LYRICS: (Thank Me Later)... (Nobody likes you, everyone left you, They're all out without you, having fun) Where have all the bullies gone? The underbelly stacks up ten high The dummy failed the crash test, Collectin' unemployment checks, A flunky only along for the ride Where have all the riots gone, As the city's motto gets pulverized? "What's in love is now in debt", On your birth certificate, So strike up the match to light this fuse, 'use The town bishop's an extortionist, And he don't even know that you exist Stand still when it's do or die, You better run for your life! It's not over 'til you're underground, It's not over before it's too late! This city's burnin', it's not my burden, It's not over before it's too late! There is nothin' left to analyze! Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself? And where will we all go when it's too late? You're not the Jesus of Suburbia! The St. Jimmy is a figment of, Your father's rage and your mother's love, Made me the idiot America! It's not over 'til you're underground, It's not over before it's too late! This city's burnin', it's not my burden, It's not over before it's too late! Well, she said, "I can't take this place, I'm leavin' it behind" Well, she said, "I can't take this town, I'm leavin' you tonight"

LYRICS: (Thank Me Later)... Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy, rah-eh Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy, rah-eh Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy, rah-eh Well, violence is an energy against the enemy, Well, violence is an energy, rah-eh Bringin' on the fury, the choir infantry, Revolt against the honor to obey (Oh-eh-oh-eh) Overthrow the effigy, the vast majority, Well, burnin' down the foreman of control (Oh-eh-oh-eh) Silence is an enemy against your urgency, So rally up the demons of your soul (Oh-eh-oh-eh) Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy, rah-eh Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy, rah-eh The insurgency will rise, When the blood's been sacrificed, Don't be blinded by the lies in your eyes Oh-eh-oh-eh, Oh-eh-oh-eh Well, violence is an energy (Oh-eh-oh-eh), Well, from here to eternity (Oh-eh-oh-eh) Well, violence is an energy (Oh-eh-oh-eh), Well, silence is the enemy, so gimme, gimme revolution Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy, rah-eh Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy, rah-eh Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy, rah-eh (Do you know the enemy?) Overthrow the effigy, the vast majority (Well, gotta know the enemy) Well, burnin' down the foreman of control (Oh-eh-oh-eh) (Do you know the enemy?) Silence is an enemy against your urgency (Well, gotta know the enemy) So rally up the demons of your soul (Oh-eh-oh-eh)

LYRICS: (Thank Me Later)... She's an extraordinary girl, In an ordinary world, And she can't 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, Wipin' the tears from her eyes Some days, he feels like dyin', She gets so sick of cryin' (Ah) 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 heart's apocalypse, From the one called Whatsername She's all alone again, Wipin' the tears from her eyes Some days, he feels like dyin', She gets so sick of cryin' (Ah) She's all alone again, Wipin' the tears from her eyes Some days, he feels like dyin', Some days, it's not worth tryin' Now that they both are findin', She gets so sick of cryin' She's an extraordinary girl, An extraordinary girl An extraordinary girl, An extraordinary girl

LYRICS: (Thank Me Later)... She's a rebel, she's a saint, She's the salt of the earth and she's dangerous She's a rebel, vigilante, Missing link on the brink of destruction From Chicago to Toronto, She's the one that they call ol' Whatsername She's a symbol of resistance, And she's holdin' on my heart like a hand grenade Is she dreamin' what I'm thinkin'? Is she the mother of all bombs? Gonna detonate Is she trouble like I'm trouble? Make it a double twist of fate or a melody that She sings the revolution, The dawning of our lives She brings this liberation, That I just can't define, Well, nothin' comes to mind (Hey) She sings the revolution, The dawning of our lives She brings this liberation, That I just can't define, Well, nothin' comes to mind She's a rebel, she's a saint, She's the salt of the earth and she's dangerous She's a rebel, vigilante, Missing link on the brink of destruction She's a rebel, she's a saint. She's the salt of the earth and she's dangerous She's a rebel, vigilante, Missing link on the brink of destruction She's a rebel, she's a rebel, She's a rebel and she's dangerous She's a rebel, she's a rebel, She's a rebel and she's dangerous

LYRICS: (Thank Me Later)... 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, endangered species headed into extinction, She is one of a kind, well, 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 workin' class She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated, She won't cooperate, well, she's the last of the American girls She plays her vinyl records, singin' songs on the eve of destruction, She's a sucker for all the criminals breakin' the laws She will come in first for the end of Western civilization, She's an endless war, she's 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 Oh yeah, Alright, Oh yeah!

LYRICS: (Thank Me Later)... Starry nights, city lights comin' down over me, Skyscrapers, stargazers in my head Are we? We are…Are we? We are the waiting unknown This dirty town is burnin' down in my dreams, Lost and found, city-bound in my dreams And screamin', Are we? We are…Are we? We are the waiting And screamin', Are we? We are…Are we? We are the waiting Forget-me-nots, second thoughts live in isolation, Heads or tails, fairy tales in my mind Are we? We are…Are we? We are the waiting unknown The rage and love, story of my life, The Jesus of Suburbia is a lie And screamin', Are we? We are…Are we? We are the waiting And screamin', Are we? We are…Are we? We are the waiting unknown Are we? We are…Are we? We are the waiting And screamin', Are we? We are…Are we? We are the waiting unknown Are we? We are…Are we? We are the waiting unknown

LYRICS: (Thank Me Later)... Say, Hey! Hear the sound of the fallin' rain, Comin' down like an Armageddon flame (Hey) The shame, the ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howlin' 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 poundin' out of time, Another protester 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! (The representative from California has the floor) Sieg 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 bums that don't agree Trials by fire, settin' fire, Is not a way that's meant for me Just 'cause (Hey, hey, hey, hey), Just 'cause, because we're outlaws, yeah (Hey, hey, hey, hey) 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!

LYRICS: (Thank Me Later)... Don't wanna be an American idiot, Don't want a nation under the new media And can you hear the sound of hysteria? The subliminal mindgame America! Welcome to a new kind of tension, All across the alienation, Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow, We're not the ones who're meant to follow, For that's enough to argue Well, maybe I'm the idiot 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 alienation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Welcome to a new kind of tension, All across the alienation, Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow, We're not the ones who'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 alienation, Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow, We're not the ones who're meant to follow, For that's enough to argue

Princess in a school girl's dream May I please speak with you? I'm having troubles with control And it's all because of you Today I kept on falling down I thought it was the street So I look down at my shoes They were on the wrong feet I find it hard to be myself (Can you please explain?) I do not think that it's my health (You're the one to blame) You're the one I wish I had And now my girlfriend is getting mad (I cannot call this sane) Today as I was walking down You bumped into me You said excuse me and walked away As I dropped to my knees I prayed to the being in the sky That my parents told me of I asked about you, but no reply No clues about your love! I find it hard to be myself (Can you please explain?) I do not think that it's my health (You're the one to blame) My girlfriend left me on the phone I'm pathetically left here alone (I cannot call this sane) Can we find a way So that you can stay? I think I'm gonna pop I find it hard to be myself (Can you please explain?) I do not think that it's my health (You're the one to blame) You're the one I wish I had And now my girlfriend is getting mad (I cannot call this sane) Can we find a way So that you can stay? I think I'm gonna pop

Best Green day song

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I actually hear that "version" with my broken earphones. I found it cool since I could hear better Mike's "GLOOOORIIIA"

Where are Tré's zoomies? This cut off right before the best part

I’m crying 🥹🥹🥹

Pls send download link

1yr later i still cant find a vst plug in (esp thats free) that has brass/horns (trumpet/trombone whichever these are in the beginning) that allow the slide mechanic as heard in the intro....

Bad Ass 🤘😎

Please do a Basket Case 4 track demo lyrics with Dookie-era Billie Joe AI… the last video you made was so dope just wish we heard a more common version of Billie

The drums seem to be the most standout part as far as differences from the original go.

Great drums 👏🏻🔥

First view!

I declare I don't care no more I'm burning up and out and growing bored In my smoked out boring room My hair is shagging in my eyes Dragging my feet to hit the street tonight To drive along these shit town lights I'm not growing up I'm just burning out And I stepped in line To walk amongst the dead Apathy has rained on me Now I'm feeling like a soggy dream So close to drowning but I don't mind I'll live inside this mental cave Throw my emotions in the grave Hell, who needs them anyway I'm not growing up I'm just burning out And I stepped in line To walk amongst the dead I'm not growing up I'm just burning out And I stepped in line To walk amongst the dead Dead I'm not growing up I'm just burning out And I stepped in line To walk amongst the dead I'm not growing up I'm just burning out And I stepped in line To walk amongst the dead Dead Traducir al español Fuente: LyricFind Compositores: Billie Joe Armstrong / Mike Dirnt / Tre Cool Letra de Burnout © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

I don't know you but I think I hate you You're the reason for my misery Strange, how you've become my biggest enemy And I've never even seen your face Maybe it's just jealousy Mixed up with a violent mind A circumstance that doesn't make much sense Or maybe I'm just dumb You're the cloud hanging out over my head Hail comes crashing down welting my face Magic man, egocentric plastic man Yet you still got one over on me Maybe it's just jealousy Mixed up with a violent mind A circumstance that doesn't make much sense Or maybe I'm just dumb I'm a chump Traducir al español Fuente: LyricFind Compositores: Billie Joe Armstrong / Frank E. Iii Wright / Frank Edwin Wright Iii / Michael Pritchard / Mike Dirnt / Mike Ryan Pritchard / Tre Cool Letra de Chump © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

For anyone who wants to sing along: Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled The last one born, and the first one to run My town was blind from 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 Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh I was made of poison and blood Condemnation is what I understood Video games through the towers' fall 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 class 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, the long lost son Born on the Fourth of July Raised through the era of heroes and cons That left me for dead or alive I am a nation, a worker of pride (hey!) My debt to the status quo The scars on my hands and a means to an end It's all that I have to show Hey! Hey! Hey! I swallowed my pride, and I choked on my faith I've given my heart and my soul I've broken my fingers and lied through my teeth The pillar of damage control I've been to the edge, and I've thrown the bouquet (hey!) Of flowers left over from the grave I've sat in the waiting room wasting my time And waiting for judgment day I praise liberty The freedom to obey Is the song that strangles me Well, don't cross the line Oh, dream, America, dream I can't even sleep From the light's early dawn Oh, scream, America, scream Believe what you see From heroes and cons

Credits to you I used this for a school singing competition and I won😭😭 I love you for this

Frank Edwin Wright III (Fráncfort, Alemania, 09 de diciembre de 1972) más conocido como Tré Cool, es el baterista de Green Day. Reemplazó al baterista inicial Al Sobrante. También toca la guitarra y el acordeón en "Minority". 51 AÑOS. (52) 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Michael Ryan Pritchard (Berkeley, California; 04 de mayo de 1972), más conocido como Mike Dirnt, es un músico estadounidense, reconocido por ser el bajista de la banda de punk rock Green Day. Su nombre artístico era originalmente un apodo de sus amigos en la escuela primaria, ya que era el sonido que producía al tocar el bajo; un «dirnt, dirnt, dirnt» mientras tocaba las cuerdas. 52 AÑOS 🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝

Billie Joe Armstrong (Oakland, California; 17 de febrero de 1972) es un cantante, compositor, músico, productor discográfico, y actor estadounidense. Armstrong ha sido el vocalista principal, compositor principal y guitarrista principal de la banda de punk rock Green Day, cofundada junto a Mike Dirnt. También es guitarrista y vocalista de la banda de punk rock Pinhead Gunpowder, y ha proporcionado la voz principal para los proyectos paralelos de Green Day, Foxboro Hot Tubs, The Network, The Longshot y The Coverups. 52 AÑOS 🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸 🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝

MICHAEL RYAN PRITCHARD 04 DE MAYO DE 19(7)2 52 AÑOS BAJISTA DE GREEN DAY 🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝

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MICHAEL RYAN PRITCHARD 04 DE MAYO DE 19(7)2 52 AÑOS BAJISTA DE GREEN DAY 🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝👍

ima turn this into caseoh ai cover

You know I'm ngl I was listening to this as background noise and for the first like 30-60 seconds I was like "when will that fucker sing?"