[RhetoricThug]

I woke up, and if you are anything like my odd self, you too awake with theme and words sloshing about in your mind. It occurred this morning, again, another song that I had not heard in a very long time playing its melody in my mind. Today it was Green Day's Wake me up when September ends. Note that I only listened to Dookie (album), beyond that I really don't like the band- Green Day. Yet, I woke up with new meaning to that September song. I'm sure you can predict how it is I translated it, but I'll get to that. The point of this thread is to place songs and interpret their meanings.

I guess this particular song isn't that special and it was written to ease the mourning period the lead singer was going through with his father passing. I now appreciate it a whole lot more with its new meaning... In tears when I listen now... especially when I'm in an all-American drunken stupor.

[youtube]jVO8sUrs-Pw[/youtube]
"Wake Me Up When September Ends"

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
: Liberty in a loving world can never last and its season is over, so wake me up after the events of September eleventh conclude.

like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
:Like the founding fathers that come to pass, any amount of time can go so fast. Once again wake me up when September ends.

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
: Here comes the weapons of destruction again, the planes hitting the steel, the falling of the towers and the shedding of our stars/stripes. We are now drenched in the consequences forcing the United States to become who we are, now.

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends
: The thoughts are too painful to carry, thus they need rest. Still, we never shall forget the freedoms we lost. Someone wake us up after this nightmare ends.

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when September ends
: Before the season of liberty in a loving world, ring out the bells that represent its coming. Possibly a reference to the independence bell

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends

Lastly, I wish Johnny cash woulda covered this song and lowered its octave. It could of been powerful behind a backdrop of the American flag and that fateful day on September eleventh.

[quetzalcoatl]

Excellent thread.

Phil Lesh sings "Box of Rain," a heartbreakingly beautiful song with perfect lyrics :

[youtube]9r8aycpHmY0[/youtube]


Look out of any window, any morning, any evening, any day.
Maybe the sun is shining, birds are winging,
Though rain is falling from a heavy sky.
What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago.

The reality we see is a mask and an illusion.

Walk out of any doorway, feel your way, feel your way like the day before.
Maybe you'll find direction,
Around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you.
What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you are sleeping?
Then please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming too.

We are offered clues, but no guide to understanding them.

Look into any eyes you find by you, you can see clear to another day,
Maybe been seen before, through other eyes on other days while going home.
What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago.

What we see in another's eyes is an illusion for they are dreaming too.

Walk into splintered sunlight,
Inch your way through dead dreams to another land.
Maybe you're tired and broken,
Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear

Your heart will be broken, and at the end you must relinquish your dreams.

What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
A box of rain will ease the pain, and love will see you through.

Just a box of rain, wind and water,
believe it if you need it, if you don't just pass it on
Sun and shower, wind and rain,
In and out the window like a moth before a flame.

And it's just a box of rain, I don't know who put it there,
Believe it if you need it, or leave it if you dare.

And it's just a box of rain, or a ribbon for your hair;
Such a long long time to be gone, and a short time to be there.

We are flickering shadows from a dying flame.

[RhetoricThug]

Damn, I can't believe I'm starting to appreciate Green Day.
[youtube]3ViLNw10axU[/youtube]

"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.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

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.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Don't want to be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It's calling out to idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Thus the polarized nation of media puppets vote accordingly- and the sound of the stereo pounds thoughts that impress progression. The unconscious mind says fuck America. Welcoming a new kind of tension, sea to shining sea of this nation, to understand that the masses are not okay. The propaganda of tomorrow, who to trust and who to follow, there is enough for us to argue. Maybe you or I am that politically incorrect American. Still, not part of an ignorant agenda. Attest we will, to the age of fear.