Dreams come true!, chapter 5
Billie Joe's point of view
Back at the house
I stumbled through the door at about 2am this morning. Mike went back to Tre's house since he lived closer and Mike lived about 3 blocks away.
I woke up with a killer headache at about 10:30 and my mom came into the living room and handed me a glass of water and some pain killers.
"Wild night, huh?" my mom asked.
"Yeah," I groaned. I sat up and sipped at the cold water and swallowed the tablets. My mom went upstairs to get ready for work. I turned onto fuse and watched it for a hour or too. I fell asleep on the sofa not long afer..
A few days later
Still Billie Joe's point of view
Me and they guys were in the garage messing around with our instruments. I was sat on our beat up sofa, while Tre was playing some random beat on the drums. Soon after Mike started to play a few chords. "Wait guys! carry on that's good!" I shouted to them. They carried on playing while I stared at our really old TV in the corner. Suddenly the words "I sit around and watch the tube, but nothings on..." came into my head. I scribbled more lyrics down as they continued to play. I looked down at the words I has written. I needed a chorus. I asked Tre if he could try something faster. It fitted in perfectly with the lyrics I had already written and I had nearly finished the song. After about half an hour I had a complete song. I decided to call it long view. "Guys, let's practice it all the way through," I called. Tre ran to his drum kit and Mike grabbed his bass. I got out my guitar "Blue" That was sitting in the corner. We got into our places and Tre started to opening beat. I began to sing into the microphone.
Sit around and watch the tube, but nothing's on
Change the channels for an hour or two
Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit
I'm sick of all the same old shit
In a house with unlocked doors
And I'm fucking lazy
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
Peel me off this velcro seat and get me moving
I sure as hell can't do it by myself
I'm feeling like a DOG IN HEAT
Barred indoors from the summer street
I locked the door to MY OWN CELL
And I lost the key
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
I GOT NO MOTIVATION
WHERE IS MY MOTIVATION
NO TIME FOR THE MOTIVATION
SMOKING MY INSPIRATION
Sit around and watch the phone, but no one's calling
Call me pathetic, call me WHAT YOU WILL
My mother says to get a job
But she don't like the one SHE'S got
When masturbation's lost its fun
You're fucking lazy
Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
I'm so damn BORED
I'm going blind
And loneliness has to suffice
Bite my lip and close my eyes
I was slipping away to paradise
Some say, "Quit or I'll go BLIND."
But it's just a myth.
They song finished and I was out of breath. "Dude, that was awesome," Tre said happily. "Thanks man" I said and patted him on the back.
We stayed in the garage for about 5 hours. We had come up with about 13 songs! We thought they were realy good. there was:
Burnout, Having a Blast, Chump, Longview, Welcome to Paradise, Pulling Teeth, Basket Case, She, Sassafras Roots, When I Come Around, Coming Clean, Emenius Sleepus, In the End and Ernie!
"We could make an album out of this," I screeched.
"Yeah," Mike said. "Why don't you call Mark?" he said.
"Okay," I said. I grabbed the cordless phone that was lying on the coffee table.
Phone conversation
Ring ring
"Hello?" said Mark.
"Yeah, hey!" I screamed.
"Well someone's excited." He laughed.
"Yeah. We have come up with 13 awesome songs! I was wondering when we could start recording?" I asked happily.
"Umm, how about you guys meet me at reprise studio Friday?" he asked.
"Sure!" I said.
"Okay. I got to go, see you then. Bye," Mark said.
"Yeah, bye," I replied, and put then phone down.
End of phone conversation
I turned around to face the guys.
"Well?" Tre asked.
"We are meeting him at the studio Friday!" I screamed...
Back at the house
I stumbled through the door at about 2am this morning. Mike went back to Tre's house since he lived closer and Mike lived about 3 blocks away.
I woke up with a killer headache at about 10:30 and my mom came into the living room and handed me a glass of water and some pain killers.
"Wild night, huh?" my mom asked.
"Yeah," I groaned. I sat up and sipped at the cold water and swallowed the tablets. My mom went upstairs to get ready for work. I turned onto fuse and watched it for a hour or too. I fell asleep on the sofa not long afer..
A few days later
Still Billie Joe's point of view
Me and they guys were in the garage messing around with our instruments. I was sat on our beat up sofa, while Tre was playing some random beat on the drums. Soon after Mike started to play a few chords. "Wait guys! carry on that's good!" I shouted to them. They carried on playing while I stared at our really old TV in the corner. Suddenly the words "I sit around and watch the tube, but nothings on..." came into my head. I scribbled more lyrics down as they continued to play. I looked down at the words I has written. I needed a chorus. I asked Tre if he could try something faster. It fitted in perfectly with the lyrics I had already written and I had nearly finished the song. After about half an hour I had a complete song. I decided to call it long view. "Guys, let's practice it all the way through," I called. Tre ran to his drum kit and Mike grabbed his bass. I got out my guitar "Blue" That was sitting in the corner. We got into our places and Tre started to opening beat. I began to sing into the microphone.
Sit around and watch the tube, but nothing's on
Change the channels for an hour or two
Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit
I'm sick of all the same old shit
In a house with unlocked doors
And I'm fucking lazy
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
Peel me off this velcro seat and get me moving
I sure as hell can't do it by myself
I'm feeling like a DOG IN HEAT
Barred indoors from the summer street
I locked the door to MY OWN CELL
And I lost the key
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
I GOT NO MOTIVATION
WHERE IS MY MOTIVATION
NO TIME FOR THE MOTIVATION
SMOKING MY INSPIRATION
Sit around and watch the phone, but no one's calling
Call me pathetic, call me WHAT YOU WILL
My mother says to get a job
But she don't like the one SHE'S got
When masturbation's lost its fun
You're fucking lazy
Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
I'm so damn BORED
I'm going blind
And loneliness has to suffice
Bite my lip and close my eyes
I was slipping away to paradise
Some say, "Quit or I'll go BLIND."
But it's just a myth.
They song finished and I was out of breath. "Dude, that was awesome," Tre said happily. "Thanks man" I said and patted him on the back.
We stayed in the garage for about 5 hours. We had come up with about 13 songs! We thought they were realy good. there was:
Burnout, Having a Blast, Chump, Longview, Welcome to Paradise, Pulling Teeth, Basket Case, She, Sassafras Roots, When I Come Around, Coming Clean, Emenius Sleepus, In the End and Ernie!
"We could make an album out of this," I screeched.
"Yeah," Mike said. "Why don't you call Mark?" he said.
"Okay," I said. I grabbed the cordless phone that was lying on the coffee table.
Phone conversation
Ring ring
"Hello?" said Mark.
"Yeah, hey!" I screamed.
"Well someone's excited." He laughed.
"Yeah. We have come up with 13 awesome songs! I was wondering when we could start recording?" I asked happily.
"Umm, how about you guys meet me at reprise studio Friday?" he asked.
"Sure!" I said.
"Okay. I got to go, see you then. Bye," Mark said.
"Yeah, bye," I replied, and put then phone down.
End of phone conversation
I turned around to face the guys.
"Well?" Tre asked.
"We are meeting him at the studio Friday!" I screamed...
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