1039/Smoothed Out Slappy Hours
This one is a compilation of Green Day's earliest stuff. It's hard to believe that they were just kids when they did this music. This album contains the song "Green Day," which doesn't give you ANY clue whatsoever of how they got their name (but I happen to know it has to do with drugs). It also has an incredible song called "Road to Pasqualaqua" (which can vie with "When I Come Around" for best song). It's the longest Green Day album, and probably the most immature; I've heard that "Why Do You Want Him?" is one of the first songs BJ ever wrote. The songs at the end all kind of sound similar and are all about girls, but the beginning of the album is pretty great. Guys, it's a perfect album to get your girlfriend for Valentine's day or some similar holiday (if she's a fan, that is).
Very similar to Dookie. It has the tremendous song "80," which i now realize is named for Billie Joe's wife Adrienne. The songs are all very sweet and youthful. The opening song "2000 Light Years Away" reely grabbed me (Trivia: What's a malakite? Write me with the answer). The songs on this album are probably the most romantic. Green Day is still young enough to be sappy, but old enough to come up with some great tunes. Plus the CD contains the story of Laurie L, a real riot. The album was an underground hit.
The best of the albums. Not by a lot though. It contains my favorite Green Day song of all time, "When I Come Around," and a lot of other good stuff. It's one of the few albums where I can truly say that EVERY song is good. It's also one of the few albums that I have on tape and on CD. I bought it when I didn't even have a CD player and I was buying about one tape per year. I only had this crummy tape player and I played it over and over until "She" got completely shredded. The funny thing is, in all that time I never discovered the hidden song. I think everyone should be able to appreciate Dookie, even hardcore anti-alternatives. And NO, it is NOT 14 tracks of the same song.... I'd say this is the number one album responsible for getting me hooked on alternative music.
Lyrics to the singles.
Better than people say. I mean, this album got bashed way more than it deserved. It had an awesome song called "Walking Contradiction" and also "Geek Stink Breath" and a bunch of other greats. Plus "Brainstew" is almost a classic... anybody can recognize that cool beat. It's too short though, and they curse a lot more than they need to. For instance, in all their other albums there's one song where they reely start to swear (like "Longview"), and the rest of the songs are normal. Insomniac is the opposite: there is maybe one or two songs that can be played on the radio without editing. But it's still classic Green Day and a great album.
Lyrics to the singles.
Well, I dedicated a whole page to talking about this album. You can check that out here.
Lyrics to the singles.
These are the lyrics to all the singles from memory. Well, mostly from memory.
Sit around and watch the tube, but nothing's on. Change the channels
for an hour or two. Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit, I'm sick of all the
same old shit. In a house with unlocked doors and I'm f*cking lazy. Bite
my lip and close my eyes, take me away to paradise. I'm so damn bored I'm
going blind and I smell like shit.
Peel me off this velcro seat and get me moving. I sure as hell can't
do it by myself. I'm feeling like a dog in heat, barred indoors from the
summer street. I locked the door to my own cell and I lost the key. I
got no motivation. Where is my motivation? No time for motivation,
smoking my inspiration.
Sit around and watch the phone but no one's calling. Call me
pathetic, call me what you will. My mother says to get a job, but she
don't like the one she's got. When masturbation's lost its fun, you're
f*cking breaking. Bite my lip and close my eyes, take me away to
paradise. I'm so damn bored I'm going bliand and loneliness has to
suffice. Bite my lip and close my eyes, slipping away to paradise. Some
say quit or I'll go blind, but it's just a myth.
Do you have the time to listen to me whine about nothing and everything
all at once? I am one of those melodramatic fools, no doubt about it.
Sometimes I give myself the creeps, sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps adding adding up. I think I'm cracking up. Am I just
paranoid? Am I just stoned?
I went to a shrink to analyze my dreams; he said it's lack of sex
that's bringing me down. I went to a whore; she said my life's a bore, so
quit my whining because it's bringing her down.
Grasping to control, so you better hold on.
I heard you crying loud, all the way across town. You've been
searching for that someone and it's me out on the prow as you sit around
feeling sorry for yourself. So don't get lonely now, and dry your whining
eyes. I'm just roaming for the moment, sleazing my backyard so don't get
so uptight. You've been thinking about ditching me.
I heard it all before, so don't knock down my door. I'm a loser and a
user, so I don't need no accuser to try and slag me down because I know
you're right. So go do what you like. Make sure you do it wise. You may
find out that your self-doubts mean nothing was ever there. You can't go
forcing something if it's just not right.
No time to search the world around, because you know where I'll be
found when I come around.
She screams in silence, a sullen riot penetrating through her mind,
waiting for a sign to smash the silence with a brick of self-control. Are
you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you? Are you feeling
like a social tool without a use? Scream at me until my ears bleed. I'm
taking heed just for you.
She figured out that all her doubts were someone else's point of view.
Waking up this time to smash the silence with a brick of self-control.
I'm on a mission, I've made my decision to lead a path of
self-destruction. A slow progression that's killing my complexion and
it's rotting out my teeth. I'm on a roll, no self-control, blowing off
steam with Meth Amphetamine. Don't know what I want and it's all that
I've got and I'm picking scabs off my face.
Every hour my blood's turning sour and my pulse is beating out of
time. I've found a treasure filled with sick pleasure and it sits on a
thick white line. I'm on a mission, I got no decision like a cripple
running the rat race. Wish in one hand and shit in the other, and see
which one gets filled first.
I'm having trouble trying to sleep. I'm counting sheep but running
out. As time ticks by and still I try, no rest for crosstops in my mind.
On my own... here we go.
My eyes feel like they're going to bleed, dried up and bulging in my
skull. My mouth is dry, face is numb, f*cked up and spun out in my room.
On my own... here we go.
My mind is set on overdrive. The clock is laughing in my face. A
crooked spine, my senses dulled, passed the point of delirium. On my
own... here we go.
Do as I say, not as I do because the shit's so deep you can't run away. I beg to differ, on the contrary I agree with every word that you say. Talk is cheap and lies are expensive. My wallet's fat and so is my head. Hit and run, then I'll hit you again. I'm smart-ass but I'm playing dumb. Standards set and broken all the time. Control the chaos behind a gun. Call it as I see it even if I was born deaf, blind, and dumb. Losers winning big on the lottery, rehab rejects still sniffing glue. Constant refutation with myself, I'm a victim of Catch-22. I have no belief, but I believe that I'm a walking contradiction and I ain't got no right.
Hey mister, where you headed? Are you in a hurry? I need a lift to
happy hour. Say, oh no. Do you break for distilled spirits? I need a
break as well. The well that inebriates the guilt.
Cold turkey's getting stale, tonight I'm eating crow. Fermented
salmonella, poison oak no. There's a drought at the fountain of youth,
and now I'm dehydrating. My tongue is swelling up as say 1, 2, 1, 2, 3,
4. Troubled times, you know I cannot lie. I'm off the wagon and I'm
hitchin' a ride.
There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I'm dehydrating.
My tongue is swelling up, I say shit!
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the
wrist, directs you where to go. So make the best of this test, and don't
ask why. It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time. It's
something unpredictable, but in the end is right. I hope you had the time
of your life.
So take the photographs and still frames in your mind. Hang it on a
shelf in good health and good time. Tattoos of memories and dead skin on
trial. For what it's worth, it was worth all the while. I hope you had
the time of your life.
We're living in repetition. Content in the same old shtick again. Now
the routine's turning to contention; like a production line going over and
over and over, roller coaster. Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice. I'm
speechless and redundant cause I love you's not enough. I'm lost for
words.
Choreographed and lack of passion. Prototypes of what we were. Went
full circle till I'm nauseous, taken for granted now. Now I waste it,
faked it, ate it, now I hate it. Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice.
I'm speechless and redundant cause I love you's not enough. I'm lost for
words.
