Fredag
Hej, jag har sovit asdåligt.. Bel väcka av att pappa och lillebror gick upp runt sju, sen när Linus börjar gnälla för att dom är borta runt åtta. Halv nio igen för att pappas vekarklocka går igång, 10 minuter senare för jag stängde tydligen inte av den.. Jag skulle gå upp 10! Är astrött!!!
Men börjar vakna till med denna låt
Green Day - "Lettebomb"
Men börjar vakna till med denna låt
Green Day - "Lettebomb"
Redo för nostalgi
Har dvd:en i datan, hörlurarna är inkopplade, nu jävlar!
Problemos..
Min Green Day skiva har kommit!! Men den är hos mamma, frågan är om jag orkar gå upp dit? Kan ju i och för sig ta med mig Linus. Då blir han glad!
Gjorde min dag!
Fick mejl från cdon.com att Green Day's live cd/dvd nu är postad! Det betyder att den kommer senast på torsdag och det känns ju jävligt bra!!!
God Morgon
Tré Cool elr Frank Edwin Wright III
När man mår som jag mår och är sådär lagom överdrivet trött, då är denna bild bland det roligaste som finns!
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Glömde ju berätta! I helgen beställdes äntligen Green Day's nya live cd/dvd Awesome As Fuck, och det känns ju jävligt bra på ren svenska!!
Ser fram emot dvd:en så otroligt mycket! Jag har ju sett några videos och dom är så bra! Jag får rysningar och jag minns Stockholm 09 och Göteborg 10 med ett stort leende på läpparna. Dom är de lyckligaste stunderna i mitt liv, utan tvekan!
Jag kan inte låta bli!
"Welcome To Paradise" med Green Day. Live från deras snart snart snaaaart släppta nya live cd/dvd Awesome as fuck!! Har inte beställt den ännu, men i helgen så!
Detta gör mig glad
wtf?
Låten handlar om att man skrattar för att någon är död. JAg bara undrar, hur tänker man? Haha..
Grammy till musikskivan av American Idiot!
men visst?!
Mike Dirnt, basist i Green Day;
”Green day is like sex, when were good, were really good, when were bad . . . were still pretty damn good.”
”Green day is like sex, when were good, were really good, when were bad . . . were still pretty damn good.”
Green Days' American Idiot finns som musikal..
.. och gissa om jag vill se den!! Lyssnar på låtarna på spotify och dom sjunger grymt bra (skådespelarna alltså..)!
Musikalen går nu på Brodway med framgångar. Den har tex blivit nominerad för en Grammy! Inte illa med andra ord.
Musikalen handlar om Johnny som flyr från förorten för att söka meningen med sitt liv och uppleva frihet och spänning i staden. En av hans vänner stannar hemma för att fixa relationen med sin gravida flickvän. En annan vän åker och tjänstgör i Irak.
Johnny hittar en del av sig själv som han inte gillar, har ett förhållande och får uppleva förlorad kärlek.
Jag hoppas verkligen att den spelas in eller kommer till Sverige!!
To send my love a letterbomb
B.J Armstrong
Skrivbordsbakrund på datan för tillfället (så ni vet). Så jävla snygg!
AWESOME AS FUCK!
Green Day släpper i mars en live cd/dvd med material från 21st Century Breakdown-världsturnen 2009-2010.
LÄNGTAR SOM FAN!!
hugs&kisses
Green Day - "When It's Time"
Säger god natt med denna underbara sång, för nu blir det sängen. Imorgon blir det plugg och kanske något kul? För lite roligt måste man ju få ha!
The last one born The first one to run
Längtar ihäl mig tills deras live CD/DVD kommer ut i mars!!
Genialiskt och 9 minuter utav greatness
Denna låt är så otroligt bra, betydelsefull och texten är så otroligt stark, den är helt enkelt genial..
Koppla in hörlurarna, höj volymen till max, luta dig tillbaka, blunda och njut.
Det blir inte mycket bättre än såhär..!!
"Jesus Of Suburbia"
[Part 1]
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 soda pop 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
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the Moms and Brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane, doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
[Part 2: City Of The Damned]
At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of 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 really care less
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
[Part 3: 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
[x4]
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
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care! [x4]
[Part 4: Dearly beloved]
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 insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please 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
[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]
To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you 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 masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time
I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah you're leaving home...
Koppla in hörlurarna, höj volymen till max, luta dig tillbaka, blunda och njut.
Det blir inte mycket bättre än såhär..!!
"Jesus Of Suburbia"
[Part 1]
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 soda pop 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
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the Moms and Brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane, doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
[Part 2: City Of The Damned]
At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of 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 really care less
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
[Part 3: 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
[x4]
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
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care! [x4]
[Part 4: Dearly beloved]
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 insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please 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
[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]
To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you 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 masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time
I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah you're leaving home...
crack me up!!
Älskar ansiktsuttrycket efter att han har förklarat vad en "gravity bong" är (1:40)!!