Reblogged from itsbrittanybutler
These are the lyrics to my Green Day medley. (They’re all just Green Day lyrics arranged in a certain order to tell a little story of my own.) I’m really proud of this. :’) Let’s see if you can understand the story. Haha… (Note: Anything in Italics is the “narrator” I guess you could say…)
Act 1: Gloria?
Hey, Gloria. Are you standing close to the edge? Lookout at the setting sun… the brink of your vision. Eternal youth, is the landscape of the lie. The cracks of my skin can prove, as the years will testify. Say your prayers & light a fire, we’re gonna start a war. Your slogan’s a gun for hire, it’s what we waited for. So, Gloria… send out your message of, the light that shadows in the night. Gloria, where’s your undying love? Tell me the story of your life.
Act 2: Her Story.
“It’s not over ‘till your underground. It’s not over before it’s too late. This city’s burning, it’s not my burden. It’s not over before it’s too late. Desperate, but not hopeless. I feel so useless in the murder city. Desperate, but not helpless. The clock strikes midnight in the murder city.” Well, she said I can’t take this place, I’m leaving it behind. Well, she said I can’t take this town, I’m leaving you tonight. She sings of evolution.. the dawning of our lives. She brings this liberation, that I just can’t define. Well, nothing comes to mind…
Act 3: Bittersweet Insanity.
“But, do you have the time.. to listen to me whine? About nothing, and everything all at once? I am one of those, melodramatic fools.. neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it. Sometimes I give myself the creeps. Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me. It all keeps adding up… I think I’m cracking up. Am I just paranoid? or, am I just stoned? Take away the sensation inside. Bittersweet migraine in my head. It’s like a throbbing toothache of the mind. I can’t take this feeling anymore. So, give me something to do to kill some time. Take me to that place that I call home. Take away the strains of being lonely. Take me to the tracks at Christie Road…” But, will she ever find her way? “I’m too damn young to be too late, but am I. Yet again, I’m kicking myself. And, I’ll be here in battle scars waiting for you.. waiting for you now. I have no belief.. but, I believe I’m a walking contradiction & I ain’t got no right. So, don’t leave me. Don’t leave me.”
Act 4: Gloria.
She puts her makeup on like graffiti on the walls of the heartland. She’s got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand. She is paranoid, endangered species heading into extinction. Well, she’s one of a kind.. she’s the last of the American girls.
“I pledge allegiance, to the underworld. One nation, underdog.. There of which I stand alone. A face in the crowd, out sung against the mold. Without a doubt, singled out, the only way I know. I want to be the minority. I don’t need your authority. Down with the moral majority, ‘cause I want to be the minority. Oh, dream.. America, dream. I can’t even sleep from the lights early dawn. Oh, scream.. America, scream. Believe what you see, from heroes & cons.”