Green Day

Green Day es una banda de punk rock estadounidense fundada en 1986. Su álbum “Dookie” de 1994 los llevó a la fama mundial y ha sido considerado uno de los mejores álbumes de la década de 1990. Han vendido más de 75 millones de discos en todo el mundo y han ganado varios premios Grammy. La banda ha sido conocida por su activismo político y social y ha apoyado diversas causas a lo largo de su carrera. Sus integrantes actuales son Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt y Tré Cool.

Años en Activo: 1986 – Presente
Género: Punk rock,
Pop punk,
Rock alternativo
Miembros: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
Ex miembros: John Kiffmeyer, Raj Punjabi, Jason White, Jason Freese
Origen: Estados Unidos
Estado: Activo

1990: 39/Smooth

Hey there lookin’ at me Tell me what do you see But you quickly turn your head away. At the Library

Vegging on one detail The rest just crowds around My eyes itch of burning red. Green Day

Here we go again, infatuation Touches me just when I Thought that it would end Oh but then again it seems. Going to Pasalacqua

I’ve gone through pain Every day and night I feel my mind is going insane Something I can’t fight. Don’t Leave Me

Staring across the room Are you leaving soon? I just need a little time. At the Library

Picture sounds Of moving insects so surreal Lay around Looks like I found something new. Green Day

Well, I toss and turn all night Thinking of your ways of affection But to find that it’s not different at all Well, I throw away my past mistakes. Going to Pasalacqua

A blank expression Covering your face I’m looking for directions For out of this place. Don’t Leave Me

What makes me feel so much pain? That makes me go so insane What is it about you that I adore?. At the Library

You’re standing so damn close My body begins to swell Why does 1 + 1 make 2. Green Day

Would it last forever? You and I together, hand and hand We run away (far away) I’m in for nasty weather But I’ll take whatever you can Give that comes my way, yeah (far away). Going to Pasalacqua

I’ll go for miles Till I find you You say you want to leave me But you can’t choose. Don’t Leave Me

1992: Kerplunk

Pay attention to the cracked streets And the broken homes Some call it the slums, some call it nice I want to take you through a wasteland. Welcome to Paradise

I sit alone in my bedroom Staring at the walls I’ve been up all damn night long My pulse is speeding My love is yearning. 2,000 Light Years Away

A thought burst in my head and I need to tell you It’s news that I forethought Was it just a dream that happened long ago? I think I just forgot. Who Wrote Holden Caulfield?

Give me something to do to kill some time Take me to that place that I call home. Christie Road

A gunshot rings out at the station Another urchin snaps and left dead on his own It makes me wonder why I’m still here For some strange reason it’s now. Welcome to Paradise

I hold my breath and close my eyes and… Dream about her Cause she’s 2000 light years away She holds my malachite so tight so… 2,000 Light Years Away

Well it hasn’t been the first time And it sure does drive me mad That’s what I’m saying. Who Wrote Holden Caulfield?

Take away the strains of being lonely Take me to the tracks at Christie Road. Christie Road

Pay attention to the cracked streets And the broken homes Some call it the slums, some call it nice I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home Welcome To Paradise. Welcome to Paradise

I sit outside and watch the sunrise Lookout as far as I can I can’t see her, but in the distance I hear some laughter We laugh together. 2,000 Light Years Away

There’s a boy who fogs his world and now he’s getting lazy There’s no motivation and frustration makes him crazy. Who Wrote Holden Caulfield?

Staring out of my window watching the cars go rolling by My friends are gone I’ve got nothing to do. Christie Road

1994: Dookie

Do you have the time to listen to me whine? About nothing and everything all at once I am one of those Melodramatic fools. Basket Case

I sit around and watch the tube, but nothin’s on I change the channels for an hour or two Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit I’m sick of all the same old shit. Longview

I heard you crying loud All the way across town You’ve been searching for that someone And it’s me out on the prowl. When I Come Around

She, she screams in silence A sullen riot penetrating through her mind Waiting for a sign. She

It all keeps adding up I think I’m cracking up Am I just paranoid? Or am I just stoned?. Basket Case

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. Longview

No time to search the world around ‘Cause you know where I’ll be found When I come around. When I Come Around

Are you locked up in a world that’s been planned out for you? Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?. She

I went to a shrink To analyze my dreams She says it’s lack of sex that’s bringing me down I went to a whore. Basket Case

I got no motivation Where is my motivation? No time for motivation Smoking my inspiration. Longview

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. When I Come Around

She, she’s figured out All her doubts were someone else’s point of view Waking up this time To smash the silence with the brick of self-control. She

1995: Insomniac

Stranded, lost inside myself My own worst friend and my own closest enemy I’m branded, maladjusted Never trusted anyone, let alone myself. Armatage Shanks

I’m on a mission, I made my decision To lead a path of self-destruction A slow progression, killing my complexion And it’s rotting out my teeth. Geek Stink Breath

I’m having trouble trying to sleep I’m counting sheep but running out As time ticks by Still I try. Brain Stew

Always move forward Going “straight” will get you nowhere There is no progress Evolution killed it all I found my place in nowhere. Jaded

I must insist On being a pessimist I’m a loner in a catastrophic mind. Armatage Shanks

I’m on a roll No self-control I’m blowing off steam with Methamphetamine. Geek Stink Breath

My eyes feel like they’re gonna bleed Dried up and bulging out my skull My mouth is dry My face is numb. Brain Stew

I’m taking one step sideways Leading with my crutch Got a fucked up equilibrium Count down from 9 to 5. Jaded

Elected, the rejected I perfect the science of the idiot No meaning and no healing Self-loathing freak and introverted deviant. Armatage Shanks

Every hour my blood is turning sour And my pulse is beating out of time I found a treasure filled with sick pleasure And it sits on a thick white line. Geek Stink Breath

My mind is set on overdrive The clock is laughing in my face A crooked spine My sense is dulled Passed the point of delirium. Brain Stew

Somebody keep my balance I think I’m falling off Into a state of regression The expiration date. Jaded

1997: Nimrod

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)

Started at the age of 4 My mother went to the grocery store Went sneaking through her bedroom door To find something in a size 4. King for a Day

We’re living in repetition Content in the same old shtick again Now the routine’s turning to contention. Redundant

Hey mister, where you headed? Are you in a hurry? Need a lift to happy hour Say, “oh no”. Hitchin’ a Ride

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right I hope you had the time of your life. Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)

King for a day Princess by dawn King for a day In a leather thong. King for a Day

Now I cannot speak, I’ve lost my voice I’m speechless and redundant Cause “I love you”‘s not enough I’m lost for words. Redundant

Cold turkey’s getting stale Tonight I’m eating crow Fermented salmonella, poison oak no There’s a drought at the fountain of youth. Hitchin’ a Ride

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time. Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)

My daddy threw me in therapy He thinks I’m not a real man Who put the drag in the drag queen? Don’t knock it until you tried it. King for a Day

Choreographed and lack of passion Prototypes of what we were Went full circle ’til I’m nauseous. Redundant

There’s a drought at the fountain of youth And now I’m dehydrated My tongue is swelling up, I say… Shit!. Hitchin’ a Ride

2000: Warning

I wanna be the minority I don’t need your authority Down with the moral majority ‘Cause I wanna be the minority. Minority

I’ve been waiting a long time For this moment to come I’m destined For anything… at all. Waiting

Waiting in a room All dressed up and bound and gagged to a chair It’s so unfair. Blood, Sex and Booze

This is a public service announcement This is only a test Emergency evacuation protest May impair your ability to operate machinery. Warning

I pledge allegiance To the underworld One nation under dog There of which I stand alone. Warning

I’m so much closer than I have ever known… Wake up. Waiting

I’m in distress, oh, mistress I confess, so do it one more time These handcuffs are too tight You know I will obey. Blood, Sex and Booze

Warning: live without warning I said Warning: live without warning Without, alright. Warning

One light, one mind Flashing in the dark Blinded by the silence Of a thousand broken hearts. Warning

Dawning of a new era Calling… don’t let it catch you falling Ready or not at all So close enough to taste it. Waiting

My head is in the gutter Thank you, sir, strike up another Mandolin of discipline Throw me to the dogs. Blood, Sex and Booze

Caution: Police line: you better not cross Is it the cop or am I the one that’s really dangerous? Sanitation, expiration date, question everything? Or shut up and be a victim of authority. Warning

2004: American Idiot

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 mind-fuck America. American Idiot

I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known Don’t know where it goes But it’s home to me, and I walk alone. Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I’m the son of rage and love The Jesus of Suburbia The bible of “None of the above” On a steady diet of. Jesus of Suburbia

Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!) The shame, the ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howling out of key. Holiday

Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alien nation Where everything isn’t meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow. American Idiot

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. Boulevard of Broken Dreams

And 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. Jesus of Suburbia

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday. Holiday

Well, maybe I’m the faggot, America I’m not a part of a redneck agenda Now everybody do the propaganda And sing along to the age of paranoia. American Idiot

I’m walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the borderline Of the edge and where I walk alone. Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Get my television fix Sitting on my crucifix The living room on my private womb While the moms and Brads are away. Jesus of Suburbia

Hear the drum pounding out of time Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!) To find the money’s on the other side. Holiday

2009: 21st Century Breakdown

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. 21st Century Breakdown

Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy (Rah eh!). Know Your Enemy

Do you know what’s worth fighting for When it’s not worth dying for? Does it take your breath away And you feel yourself suffocating?. 21 Guns

Raise your hands now to testify Your confession will be crucified You’re a sacrificial suicide Like a dog that’s been sodomized, well. East Jesus Nowhere

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. 21st Century Breakdown

Violence is an energy against the enemy Well, violence is an energy (Rah eh!) Bringing on the fury, the choir infantry Revolt against the honor to obey (Oh eh, oh eh) Overthrow the effigy, the vast majority. Know Your Enemy

One, twenty-one guns Lay down your arms Give up the fight One, twenty-one guns Throw up your arms into the sky You and I. 21 Guns

A fire burns, today Of blasphemy and genocide The sirens of decay Will infiltrate the faith fanatics. East Jesus Nowhere

I was made of poison and blood Condemnation is what I understood Video games of the tower’s fall Homeland security could kill us all. 21st Century Breakdown

The insurgency will rise When the blood’s been sacrificed Don’t be blinded by the lies in your eyes Say! (Oh eh, oh eh). Know Your Enemy

When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul Your faith walks on broken glass And the hangover doesn’t pass Nothing’s ever built to last You’re in ruins. 21 Guns

Oh, bless me, Lord, for I have sinned It’s been a lifetime since I last confessed. East Jesus Nowhere

2012: ¡Uno!

Gonna ride the world like a merry-go-round Like a Ferris wheel that keeps breaking down Drinking angel’s piss, gonna crash and burn I just want some action so gimme my turn. Nuclear Family

Walking after dark in a New York City park Your thoughts are so unholy in the holiest of old Onward Christian soldiers filled with jivin’ mind-control. Kill the DJ

Hey! You’re giving me a heart attack You’re giving me a cardiac arrest When I’m sitting at the traffic light. Troublemaker

Far away Far away Waste away tonight I’m wearing my heart on a noose Far away Far away Waste away tonight. Oh Love

Like a Chinese drama and conspiracy It’s the death of a nuclear family staring up at you It’s looking like another bad comedy Just as long as it comes in hi-fidelity for me too. Nuclear Family

Walking after dark in the New York City park Beer Goggles left in the club, a pocket full of pills Sodom and Gomorrah in the century of thrills. Kill the DJ

I wanna get inside of you I wanna crack your cranium delirium On the Lower East Side of your mind. Troublemaker

Oh lights And action I just can’t be satisfied Oh losers And choosers Won’t you please hold on my life. Oh Love

Can you hear the sound coming over the hill? Gotta move my feet, it’s coming in for the kill. Nuclear Family

Hold him underwater ’till that motherfucker drowns We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind They culture wars, in your heart and your mind. Kill the DJ

Hey! I like your BMW I like your BM-excellent tits With a tattoo of a pig sniffing glue. Troublemaker

Oh hours And hours Like the dog years of the day Old story Same old story Won’t you see the light of day. Oh Love

2012: ¡Dos!

Is your heart singing out of tune? Are your eyes just singing the blues? Dirty records from another time Some blood stains on your shoes. Amy

I lost my way, oh, baby, this stray heart Went to another Can you recover, baby? Oh, you’re the only one that I’m dreaming of. Stray Heart

I’m too tired to be bored I’m too bored to be tired And the silence is so deafening It’s like picking at a sore. Lazy Bones

Oh, drop your laundry and slam the door I want your love so give me more I’m a beggar but I don’t want a dime Ahhh. Fuck Time

Amy don’t you go I want you around Singing woah, please don’t go Do you wanna be a friend of mine?. Amy

Everything that I want, I want from you But I just can’t have you. Stray Heart

I don’t want your sympathy I don’t want your honesty I just want to get some peace of mind It’s only in my head as I roll over and play dead I don’t want to hear it anymore. Lazy Bones

Oh, baby, baby, it’s fuck time You know I really wanna make you mine Oh, baby, baby, it’s fuck time There’s nothing left to say, yeah. Fuck Time

Did you tattoo a lucky charm To keep you out of harm’s way? Warding off all evil signs But never really kept you safe. Amy

I said a thousand times and now a thousand one We’ll never part I’ll never stray again from you. Stray Heart

It’s good to see you But I really must admit There’s an odor in the air And I think you look like shit. Lazy Bones

Oh, Amanda Jones, your holy grace I wanna choke you ’til you’re blue in the face Got dirty thoughts and a dirty mind Ahhh. Fuck Time

2012: ¡Tré!

Turn out the lights Close your eyes Turn up the silence The heartache of your life. Brutal Love

Hey, little kid Did you wake up late one day And you’re not so young But you’re still dumb. X-Kid

Where in the world’s the forgotten? They’re lost inside your memory You’re dragging on, your heart’s been broken As we all go down in history. The Forgotten

Waking up, feeling naked In my clothes Inside a room that’s vacant Lost my nerve It’s un-nerving I know there is something I’m forgetting. Missing You

Oh how you want it You’re begging for it But you can’t have it Even if you try. Brutal Love

Bombs away! Here goes nothin’! The shouting is over Hey X-Kid!. X-Kid

Well don’t look away from the arms of a bad dream Don’t look away, sometimes you’re better lost than to be seen. The Forgotten

I’m missing you I’m missing you You’re not around And I’m a complete disaster I’m missing you. Missing You

Danger Not quite at home The eyes of temptation The flesh on my bones Hello stranger I’m a disaster This brutal love. Brutal Love

You fell in love But then you just fell apart Like a kick, in the head You’re an X-Kid And you never even Got started again. X-Kid

So where in the world’s the forgotten? Like soldiers from a long lost war We share the scars from our abandon And what we remember becomes folklore. The Forgotten

Remember, was the first time I told you I loved you at the bus station Don’t forget, cause it’s not over I’m not lost cause I’m just missing you. Missing You

2016: Revolution Radio

I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager I wanna dance like I’m on the video I got a fever for the violent behavior I’m sweatin’ bullets like a modern Romeo. Bang Bang

I’m like a child looking off in the horizon I’m like an ambulance that’s turning on the sirens Oh I’m still alive. Still Breathing

Scream, with your hands up in the sky Like you want to testify For the life that’s been deleted. Revolution Radio

My name is Billie and I’m freaking out I thought therefore I was Well I can’t really figure it out. Forever Now

Bang, bang, give me fame Shoot me up to entertain I am a semi-automatic lonely boy You’re dead, I’m well fed. Bang Bang

‘Cause I’m still breathing ‘Cause I’m still breathing on my own My head’s above the rain and roses Making my way away. Still Breathing

We are Revolution Radio Operation ‘No Control’ And the headline ‘My love’s bullet proof’ Give me cherry bombs and gasoline. Revolution Radio

Standing at the edge of the world Is giving me the chills Looking down the edge of the world Lost in a tango It’s freaking me out. Forever Now

The leading man in my own private drama Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier. Bang Bang

As I walked out on the ledge Are you scared to death to live? I’ve been running all my life Just to find a home that’s for the restless And the truth that’s in the message. Still Breathing

But the air is barely breathing Rise of the slums to the obsolete The dawn of the new airwaves for the anti-social media. Revolution Radio

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