Look, guys...I made you a meme! This is totally me lately. Still stuck in Green Day mode, although I throw some Dropkick Murphys in there once in a while. Don’t worry, I won’t really post all the Green Day...they’ve got a shit-ton of songs out there, and although it may not seem like it lately, this is NOT a blog only about Green Day! For whatever reason, their stuff is really speaking to me lately. Not just the fun and energetic music, although I really love that. I’m diggin’ the lyrics, too. So much of it seems pertinent in my life lately, whether it’s lines like “I’m sick to death of your every last breath, and I don’t give a fuck anyway!” or “Wake me up when September ends.” Do you ever feel like you can relate to what the songwriter was writing about? Feel like you really get where he or she is coming from? That’s me and Green Day (and Billie Joe, since he’s the main songwriter) these days.
For the past few days, I’ve really been getting deep into “21st Century Breakdown” during my workouts. Now that I think about it, I think I’ve listened to it every day this week. One of my favorites is “¿Viva la Gloria? (Little Girl).” There are some great lines and phrases here, and yes, some of this makes me think of particular people. “Of love and razor blades your blood is surging,” “You’re a stray for the salvation army,” “Your lifeboat of deception is now sailing,” and “You dirty liar, you’re just a junkie preaching to the choir.” Man, that’s some fine writin’ right there! Songs speak to different people in different ways, but I hope you’ll enjoy this one as much as I do. This is a great live version.
TURN IT UP!
Little girl, little girl
Why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul
Your heart is dying
Little one, little one
Your soul is purging
Of love and razor blades
Your blood is surging
Runaway
From the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go
Little girl, little girl
Your life is calling
The charlatans and saints
Of your abandon
Little one, little one
The sky is falling
Your lifeboat of deception
Is now sailing
In the wake all the way
No rhyme or reason
Your bloodshot eyes
Will show your heart of treason
Little girl, little girl
You dirty liar
You're just a junkie
Preaching to the choir
Runaway
From the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go
The traces of blood
Always follow you home
Like the mascara tears
From your getaway
(Gloria!)
You're walking with blisters
And running with shears
So unholy
Sister of grace
Runaway
From the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray from the salvation army
There is no place like home
