Green Day got it in their heads to do a rock opera.
As a very popular band, they represent the vision of the world of the youth who listen to them. They have videos from their "opera" album American Idiot available on their website. In particular, I just watched the video for Jesus of Suburbia. I loved the song but am troubled by the video.
It is very disturbing. There are parts of it that I recognise as being the same in my youth but there is a new feeling to it. More despair. I'd like to know what other people think when they watch it. It actually makes me wonder how anyone survives their late teens to early twenties. And it makes me afraid for my daughter. It's generally called teenage angst but this video took it to a new level from what I remember.
Jesus of Suburbia
click on the title and select your bandwidth to watch.
Tell me your thoughts.
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koan;483916 wrote: Green Day got it in their heads to do a rock opera.
As a very popular band, they represent the vision of the world of the youth who listen to them. They have videos from their "opera" album American Idiot available on their website. In particular, I just watched the video for Jesus of Suburbia. I loved the song but am troubled by the video.
It is very disturbing. There are parts of it that I recognise as being the same in my youth but there is a new feeling to it. More despair. I'd like to know what other people think when they watch it. It actually makes me wonder how anyone survives their late teens to early twenties. And it makes me afraid for my daughter. It's generally called teenage angst but this video took it to a new level from what I remember.
Jesus of Suburbia
click on the title and select your bandwidth to watch.
Tell me your thoughts.
They want $20 to join the idiot club, before they'll play it. I'm not that big an idiot. If there's another link...
As a very popular band, they represent the vision of the world of the youth who listen to them. They have videos from their "opera" album American Idiot available on their website. In particular, I just watched the video for Jesus of Suburbia. I loved the song but am troubled by the video.
It is very disturbing. There are parts of it that I recognise as being the same in my youth but there is a new feeling to it. More despair. I'd like to know what other people think when they watch it. It actually makes me wonder how anyone survives their late teens to early twenties. And it makes me afraid for my daughter. It's generally called teenage angst but this video took it to a new level from what I remember.
Jesus of Suburbia
click on the title and select your bandwidth to watch.
Tell me your thoughts.
They want $20 to join the idiot club, before they'll play it. I'm not that big an idiot. If there's another link...
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alobar51;484303 wrote: They want $20 to join the idiot club, before they'll play it. I'm not that big an idiot. If there's another link...
no. just click 'videos' at the bottom and select the Jesus of Suburbia video
no. just click 'videos' at the bottom and select the Jesus of Suburbia video
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koan;484314 wrote: no. just click 'videos' at the bottom and select the Jesus of Suburbia video
Koan I did JUST that......... Nuttin happens but a click'n sound......................... but no video or nuttin??????
Koan I did JUST that......... Nuttin happens but a click'n sound......................... but no video or nuttin??????
"If America Was A Tree, The Left Would Root For The Termites...Greg Gutfeld."
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BTS;484330 wrote: Koan I did JUST that......... Nuttin happens but a click'n sound......................... but no video or nuttin??????
the centre of the screen changes and asks you what bandwidth you have. once you click one it calls up your viewing program.
the centre of the screen changes and asks you what bandwidth you have. once you click one it calls up your viewing program.
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Sex, Drugs, RR and loneliness............what else is new for teens. I could not understand the words though.
The growth of knowledge depends entirely on disagreement..........Karl R. Popper
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nvalleyvee;484337 wrote: Sex, Drugs, RR and loneliness............what else is new for teens. I could not understand the words though.
Ah yes sex drugs r&r.....
koan.....SO
Whats new?
Not a Greenday fan but have heard and seen lots worse songs and videos thru my trip from the 60's 70's 80's and 90's, then into the new millenium.
Could it be with a teenager on the rise you are seeing it different than you remembered???
Just a thought.........
Green Day - Jesus Of Suburbia Lyrics
[Part 1: 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 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
But 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 in 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
But 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 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 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]
Everyone's so full of ****!
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
And it don't believe in me
Land of Make Believe
And it don't believe
And I don't care! (woo woo woo)
I don't care (woo woo woo)
I don't care (woo woo woo)
I don't care (woo woo woo)
I don't care!
[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 to believe
And what I leave behind this hurricane of ****ing 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 ****ing lies
And I walked this line
A million and one ****ing 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
Ah yes sex drugs r&r.....
koan.....SO
Whats new?
Not a Greenday fan but have heard and seen lots worse songs and videos thru my trip from the 60's 70's 80's and 90's, then into the new millenium.
Could it be with a teenager on the rise you are seeing it different than you remembered???
Just a thought.........
Green Day - Jesus Of Suburbia Lyrics
[Part 1: 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 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
But 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 in 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
But 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 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 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]
Everyone's so full of ****!
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
And it don't believe in me
Land of Make Believe
And it don't believe
And I don't care! (woo woo woo)
I don't care (woo woo woo)
I don't care (woo woo woo)
I don't care (woo woo woo)
I don't care!
[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 to believe
And what I leave behind this hurricane of ****ing 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 ****ing lies
And I walked this line
A million and one ****ing 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
"If America Was A Tree, The Left Would Root For The Termites...Greg Gutfeld."
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I love Green Day.
I'm not complaining about their song...or their video.
by disturbing, I mean that I recognise the extreme fringes of the kids I hung out with in that video. I hoped that it would get to be less and less of them but it looks like it's becoming normal.
I hung out with kids that slashed their arms and wanted to look like death. It was not "fun" for any of us.
I'm not complaining about their song...or their video.
by disturbing, I mean that I recognise the extreme fringes of the kids I hung out with in that video. I hoped that it would get to be less and less of them but it looks like it's becoming normal.
I hung out with kids that slashed their arms and wanted to look like death. It was not "fun" for any of us.
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It reminded me of the Who's Quadrophenia, oddly (oddly since that CD was mentioned on FG only a week ago). The lyrics are just as angry, the behaviour's uncannily alike except the Who were more into violence and less into women.
Greenday: 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.
Greenday: Everyone is so full of **** 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.
I grew up with a similar credo.
Feverish, feeling the amphetamine racing in his blood. High and free, more pills in his pocket, thick smoke in the light, the hum and drone of the amplifiers. Nearly here. People wedged him in, packing closer, tighter, not restless but waiting, anticipating, willing the first harsh chord and the violence of the moment, cut out of time... Waiting, waiting, now, now, now, now. NOW. And then, at its climax, the guitar smashed and pulped and splintered against the boards, the electric scream of its dying, breaking open the amplifier, the loudest wound. The crush and chaos and then the screech and whistle of feed back, bleeding through the system endlessly: anyway, anyhow, anywhere.Tull: Well the lush separation unfolds you and the products of wealth push you along on the bow wave of the spiritless undying selves. And you press on God's waiter your last dime as he hands you the bill and you spin in the slipstream, timeless, unreasoning, paddle right out of the mess.
Who: We're not gonna take it, never did and never will, don't want no religion as far as we can tell! We ain't gonna take you, Never did and never will, we ain't gonna take you, we forsake you, gonna rape you, let's forget you, better still.
Tull: Lean upon Him gently and don't call on Him to save you from your social graces and the sins you used to waive. The bloody Church of England, in chains of history, requests your earthly presence at the vicarage for tea; and the graven image you-know-who, with His plastic crucifix - he's got him fixed - confuses me as to who and where and why, as to how he gets his kicks. Confessing to the endless sin, the endless whining sounds, you'll be praying till next Thursday to all the gods that you can count.'We just go with the gang', two young lads said. 'No, we don't do much else ****. They couldn't want us home on a Bank holiday, would they? So we go wherever the gang is going'. Most of the scooter-riding youths are from clubs around London. All seemed to know that Hastings would be the centre of the August Bank holiday clashes. Most of them had arrived in groups of up to 30 and there way considerable mixing between the groups, so they all knew the general plan of campaign. The weekend pattern was simple. Early morning scuffles and minor incidents. By one o'clock with the public houses open and crowded with youths and girls, the incidents became suddenly more serious. A few drinks too many and someone would start Rocker-hunting or alternatively Mod-hunting. The pack would follow, growing in a few minutes to many hundreds.Tull: How do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son when that was just an accident of birth? I'd rather look around me, compose a better song 'cos that's the honest measure of my worth. In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
The drugs were there and the violence was always the edge which drove it. The scene was always working-class youth, too, which places it as central to the core of society then as Greenday's reflections comment on the average and the typical rather than the edgy exception now.
Nothing's different at all.
Greenday: 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.
Greenday: Everyone is so full of **** 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.
I grew up with a similar credo.
Feverish, feeling the amphetamine racing in his blood. High and free, more pills in his pocket, thick smoke in the light, the hum and drone of the amplifiers. Nearly here. People wedged him in, packing closer, tighter, not restless but waiting, anticipating, willing the first harsh chord and the violence of the moment, cut out of time... Waiting, waiting, now, now, now, now. NOW. And then, at its climax, the guitar smashed and pulped and splintered against the boards, the electric scream of its dying, breaking open the amplifier, the loudest wound. The crush and chaos and then the screech and whistle of feed back, bleeding through the system endlessly: anyway, anyhow, anywhere.Tull: Well the lush separation unfolds you and the products of wealth push you along on the bow wave of the spiritless undying selves. And you press on God's waiter your last dime as he hands you the bill and you spin in the slipstream, timeless, unreasoning, paddle right out of the mess.
Who: We're not gonna take it, never did and never will, don't want no religion as far as we can tell! We ain't gonna take you, Never did and never will, we ain't gonna take you, we forsake you, gonna rape you, let's forget you, better still.
Tull: Lean upon Him gently and don't call on Him to save you from your social graces and the sins you used to waive. The bloody Church of England, in chains of history, requests your earthly presence at the vicarage for tea; and the graven image you-know-who, with His plastic crucifix - he's got him fixed - confuses me as to who and where and why, as to how he gets his kicks. Confessing to the endless sin, the endless whining sounds, you'll be praying till next Thursday to all the gods that you can count.'We just go with the gang', two young lads said. 'No, we don't do much else ****. They couldn't want us home on a Bank holiday, would they? So we go wherever the gang is going'. Most of the scooter-riding youths are from clubs around London. All seemed to know that Hastings would be the centre of the August Bank holiday clashes. Most of them had arrived in groups of up to 30 and there way considerable mixing between the groups, so they all knew the general plan of campaign. The weekend pattern was simple. Early morning scuffles and minor incidents. By one o'clock with the public houses open and crowded with youths and girls, the incidents became suddenly more serious. A few drinks too many and someone would start Rocker-hunting or alternatively Mod-hunting. The pack would follow, growing in a few minutes to many hundreds.Tull: How do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son when that was just an accident of birth? I'd rather look around me, compose a better song 'cos that's the honest measure of my worth. In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
The drugs were there and the violence was always the edge which drove it. The scene was always working-class youth, too, which places it as central to the core of society then as Greenday's reflections comment on the average and the typical rather than the edgy exception now.
Nothing's different at all.
Nullius in verba ... ☎||||||||||| ... To Fate I sue, of other means bereft, the only refuge for the wretched left.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
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I guess it bothers me more because my 11 year old daughter listens to them and though she doesn't understand the lyrics completely yet, I don't like the idea of her being like the guy who cuts his hand open to express his pain.
I listen to them and don't think twice about it. "Oh, yeah. I remember that." But I don't like the idea of her feeling that way.
I listen to them and don't think twice about it. "Oh, yeah. I remember that." But I don't like the idea of her feeling that way.