American Idiot Explicit Lyrics

There’s a reason that pop bands tend to write only of love and heartbreak: if they try to write about anything else, there is generally a lack of credibility apparent that surprises no one. Such songs are generally less marketable to boot, although there are exceptions. Take, for example, Good Charlotte’s “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous,” released as the first single from The Young and the Hopeless in 2003, when a band like Good Charlotte could still get a large amount of television play. Of the album’s four singles – including the pandering, saccharine “Hold On” – it was the most popular, even though, first, it wasn’t a very good song, and second, the band failed in their attempt to highlight the ridiculousness of celebrity life because the song was the same radio-pop sugar that was the direct result of the very society they were maligning. It also mostly failed at being tongue-in-cheek; it was bizarre to hear a couple of kids who named their pit-bull Ca$hdogg lampoon celebrities for their love of money, and the capping line, “Think we should rob them,” only furthered their cultivated image of punk kids, and not in a good way. It seems then that one can’t necessarily fault pop bands for writing about the same things over and over – it is, at least, what they know about, and many times they come off more sincere than the ones who try their hands at societal criticism.Green Day’s American Idiot is, somehow, an exception to that exception. It is an album that is, most importantly, genuinely great, and also manages to accurately convey the feeling of the American 2000s. People will point to the politicized aspects of the album to highlight such statements, but those aspects are fairly anomalous on a record that is, for the most part, about the pain birthed when nationalism isn’t earned by its target country. For that reason, the album is also incredibly tactful, despite its blunt title. The verbal witch-hunt that the Dixie Chicks faced in 2003 when they announced to a British audience that they were against the war and “ashamed that the President of the United States is from Texas” was avoided by Green Day at a time when even the slightest whiff of supposed anti-Americanism was decried at every turn (President Bush’s response was uncharacteristically smooth and clever, allowing that the Chicks were free to speak their opinion in America, “in stark contrast to Iraq,” a Nixonian getting back to the “real” issues at hand, be it the threat of Communism or a false war). For all its operatic swagger, American Idiot is vulnerable, afraid. It is an album that remembers the Watts riots, that remembers Klansmen painting “NEVER” on campaign billboards for politicians supportive of civil rights, that remembers the Red-baiting ‘50s. Remembers and does not want its country to go through such things again.The band was, admittedly, an unlikely source for an album like that. Although they were rightly considered the harbingers of punk’s shift toward pop in the mid-‘90s, they were also the harbingers of the natural progression that all pop bands seem to go through – from pop that was, if not incendiary, then at least memorable, to a softer alternative rock that was purportedly more mature but mostly just boring. American Idiot, released in 2004, was Green Day’s first album since 2000’s decent but underwhelming Warning (besides two seemingly ominous compilation albums), and four years is a long time for a pop band to go without recording. Or perhaps it was the perfect move: pop’s audience is a fickle one, but it is also always up for a comeback, for heavyweights-turned-beleaguered-has-beens to shake things up. It was in an American landscape that harbored discontent underneath an idyllic consensus that Green Day did just that.The thing about American Idiot is that it almost doesn’t work as a cohesive album. For a supposed rock opera, there seems to be little consistency from song to song. Listening in order, one hears the raucous, placeholder-seeming “She’s a Rebel” following the slow cry for numbness that is “Give Me Novocaine.” There are times when the album seems haphazard, confused even. But taking a step back and seeing the whole picture does wonders. The stunned search of the American people for clarity within this decade begins to take shape in these songs. “Wake Me Up When September Ends” seems, at first, like a generic ballad of the type that helped make Green Day famous, but there is such a primal, monumental pain delineated by the song, putting into words what so many felt foolish for thinking, to be put to sleep until someone has figured out what’s happening and made the hurting stop. It is obvious in the best sort of way, in that it is necessarily blunt to combat a complex time when no one knew what to feel.Sometimes the album disappears inside its own concept. Songs like “She’s a Rebel” and “Extraordinary Girl” seek to plant the album back into its narrative and the album suffers for it. But Green Day’s tale of love in a messed-up time, though it has missteps, makes the album more endearing. It tells of a love that ultimately fails because of the time in which it takes place, because sometimes the world we have built does not cultivate happy endings. But the St. Jimmy narrative is largely wonderful even if the image of a punk messiah was made generic long before Green Day employed it. Here then is the “Jesus of Suburbia,” a skinny, tattooed freak looking to save someone, anyone, but too damaged to do anything but fail. It is the definition of American Idiot, and at the end of St. Jimmy’s titular song, when Billie Joe Armstrong yells, “…and don’t wear it out!” there is a desperation beneath the bravado, an unspoken but implicit “please.” It is a perfect complement to the expertly phrased (and “screamed”) chorus in the preceding song: “We are the waiting.”That the album is musically accomplished is a testament to the band’s collective older age (so-called “three-chord rock” has never sounded so dynamic and fresh); that the lyrics are similarly accomplished is not. As a band, Green Day appeals to younger people, and perhaps it is that appeal that allowed them to so tenderly guide a younger generation into acceptance of their flawed but beautiful country, to become who they are in the shadow of a land that sometimes causes them pain and seems to work against its own interests. Through all the smoke and mirrors of overlong music videos, excessive airplay, and Broadway adaptations, American Idiot manages, in spite of itself, to be both timeless and wonderfully of its time. Surprising as it is, a band named after a day during which one does nothing but smoke marijuana created the modern American album, warts and all, highlighting our fear, our rage, and most of all, the pain that we feel in "the spaces between insane and insecure," which we all at some point occupy. American Idiot knows that America sometimes isn’t all that great, perhaps never even was, but that it could be, maybe, years from now when inequality is forever ago and barely remembered, an idiot’s concept.

I love this album since high school. The product came to my home impeccably.Nice choice

This is one of their best albums

Good album love the songs American idiot, wake me up when September ends, holiday bolvard of broken dreams

I bought this record because I think the album is fantastic. It has a lot of critics, but honestly I wish green day had produced more like this one. The vinyl is wonderful, a double record gatefold with a lyric insert; very cool. I only got it when I did because the price had been dropped to like 10 bucks, and they did that a few times so watch for that if you're looking at the vinyl.Everything positive about this is above.Now, I don't know who's at fault here or what, either Amazon or UPS, but someone really messed up (Probs ups, but Amazon was frustrating too). I've never been a fan of ups, but it wasn't exactly in my control. I bought this item and it took a week to ship out. When it finally did the tracking on it was awful. Then it was suddenly marked as delivered on my front porch. I had been home all day and had been occasionally checking for this and other packages so I was surprised that it was marked as delivered. Sure enough I go to check, and there's no package there. I've had it happen before where it gets marked delivered a day early or a few hours early so I just wait it out. So two days go by then I try to contact both companies. Neither one has a great way to contact them in my opinion (Amazon better than ups) but eventually I can file a lost package claim with ups (since Amazon says if it's not delivered it's not their problem, which while basically true wasn't helpful). I waited for a week and a half and then ups cancels my claim. I eventually get in contact with a service rep (say 'agent' at the beginning of the menu of their help line, something they don't post anywhere on the website) who tells me Amazon was able to cancel my claim, which still makes no sense because the agent never explained how Amazon is able to do so. So a few days go by before I get a chance to contact Amazon, when the package was finally delivered. But the icing on the cake, it was delivered to the wrong house. I don't know what happened but it was spectacularly ridiculous, and I wasn't very thrilled with either company, although I realize it was primarily ups at fault.Just be warned if anything gets shipped ups guys.

This album is fantastic and necessary for any punk fans! This album has a loose concept behind it, though each track stands well on its own. Some of their most famous songs are on here, such as Blvd of Broken Dreams and the title track. I will say that Whatsername deserves some credit for being a great closing piece to the album. The two suites, Jesus of Suburbia and Homecoming, are also incredible songs. I took a star off this review because mine arrived damaged with a crack on the front and scuffs on the back of the jewel case, though the CD itself was in perfect condition.

This album completely rips from start to finish. Green Day's masterpiece.