Green Day
Punk Rock Legends
A Look Into Green Day's Members
- Born February 17, 1972 (43 Years Old) in Rodeo, CA
- Co-Created Green Day in 1988
- Youngest of six children
- Father died of esophageal cancer on September 10, 1982 (This event led Armstrong to write "Wake Me Up When September Ends")
- At age 18 he dropped out of school to pursue his music career
Mike Dirnt (Bass/Vocals):
- Born May 4, 1972 (42 years old) in Berkeley, CA
- Co-Created Green Day
- Given up for adoption as a newborn, by heroin addicted mother
- At six weeks old, he was placed in foster care and was later adopted by the foster parents
- When Dirnt was a young child his parents divorced and lived with his father for a short time, then later moved with his mother and sister in Rodeo, CA
- At age 10 he met Billie Joe Armstrong in the cafeteria of their middle school
- The two spent countless hours in Armstrong's room playing guitar
Tre Cool (Drums/Vocals):
- Born December 9,1972 (42 Years Old) in Frankfurt, Germany
- Lived in Willits, CA with his father and sister
- Joined Green Day in 1990
"If Practice Makes Perfect and There's No Such Thing As Perfect, Then What's The Point Of Practice"
Discography
- 39/Smooth (1990)
- Kerplunk (1992)
- Dookie (1994)
- Insomniac (1995)
- Nimrod (1997)
- Warning (2000)
- American Idiot (2004)
- 21st Century Breakdown (2009)
- Uno (2012)
- Dos (2012)
- Tre (2012)
Members
Welcome to Paradise Lyrics
Dear mother, can you hear me whinin' ?
It's been three whole weeks since I, I have left your home
This sudden fear has left me tremblin'
'Cause now it seems that I am out here on my own
And I'm feelin' so alone
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
Some call it slums some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland, I like to call my home
Welcome to paradise
A gunshot rings out at the station
Another urchin snaps and left dead on his ground
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason, it's now feelin' like my home
And I'm never gonna go
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
Some call it slums some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland, I like to call my home
Welcome to paradise
Dear mother, can you hear me laughin'
It's been six whole months since I, I have left your home
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason it's now feelin' like my home
And I'm never gonna go
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
Some call it slums some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland, I like to call my home
Welcome to paradise, yeah paradise