By first light, Honeywagon had a mission and quickly found an untapped reservoir of Hollywood-celebrity types who were sympathetic to the bluegrass cause. After an undisclosed amount of recording gear, studio time, and various culinary delights from a plethora of Mexican eateries around LA, the CD was done. "Grass Stains: a bluegrass tribute to Blink 182" was unleashed upon the unsuspecting public.
Underground parties soon followed in Eagle Rock, Silver Lake, Pasadena, Covina, Santa Monica, Beechwood Canyon, Malibu Canyon, Runyon Canyon, 90210, South Central, the "OC", and the Inland Empire. Honeywagon ripped up the Sunset Strip playing The House of Blues, The Hard Rock Cafe, and other glamorous places with appropriately pretentious names.
The next CD came out soon afterward: "Green Day, Blue Grass: a bluegrass tribute to Green Day". This one quickly hit the Billboard Bluegrass charts and stayed on it for over 70 weeks! Right behind Alison Krauss and Nickel Creek. All this without radio play, press reviews, tour support or live shows! How?! Welcome to the underground. We're glad you're here. Pass it along.
Bryan moved to Nashville, Loren and Mo joined a popular commercial country band and hit the road. Was the band breaking up after their first success? Not even!
The boys grew closer together! They still found time to record, dump girlfriends, celebrate weddings, buy gear, play shows, eat tacos, dump girlfriends, etc. - you know, life.
Which brings us to the current CD: "Songs from Neverland: a Bluegrass Tribute to Michael Jackson". In this record, the boys have taken some of their favorite MJ songs and have done them the way only Honeywagon can - serious musicianship with an endearing sprinkle of humor and tenderness.
Basket Case
Honeywagon Lyrics
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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
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
I'm just stoned
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
And quit my whining cause it's bringing her down
Grasping to control
So you better hold on
The lyrics of Honeywagon's song Basket Case express the emotions and thoughts of the singer, who is a neurotic and melodramatic individual. The opening line, "Do you have the time to listen to me whine," implies that the singer is seeking attention or validation for their issues, which they describe as being about nothing and everything all at once. The use of the word "fools" suggests that the singer is aware of their own ridiculousness, yet they cannot help feeling this way. The line "Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it" reinforces the idea that their problems are deep-rooted and cannot be easily solved.
The subsequent lines describe the singer's state of mind and how it affects them. They feel as though they are losing their grip on reality ("Sometimes I give myself the creeps, sometimes my mind plays tricks on me"), and are unsure if they are overreacting or if their concerns are valid ("Am I just paranoid? I'm just stoned"). The line "It all keeps adding up, I think I'm cracking up" reinforces the idea that their problems are escalating and becoming more overwhelming.
The song also mentions seeking out professional help, but there is a sense of cynicism towards the idea. The singer visits a therapist, who blames their issues on their sex life. They also visit a sex worker, who tells them to stop complaining. These interactions suggest that the singer is unable to find the help they need to really address their issues.
Overall, the lyrics of Basket Case express the anxieties and struggles of the singer, who is feeling overwhelmed and unsure of themselves. There is a sense of hopelessness in the song, as the singer seems unable to find the help they need to address their issues.
Line by Line Meaning
Do you have the time to listen to me whine
Can you spare some time to hear me complain?
About nothing and everything all at once
I have a lot of worries and they're all consuming me.
I am one of those
I'm part of a group of people.
Melodramatic fools
We tend to be overly emotional and make a big deal out of small things.
Neurotic to the bone
We have anxiety issues that go deep.
No doubt about it
It's pretty obvious.
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
At times, I freak myself out.
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
I get caught up in my own thoughts and fears.
It all keeps adding up
My problems keep increasing.
I think I'm cracking up
I'm losing my mind.
Am I just paranoid?
Maybe I'm just being overly anxious.
I'm just stoned
Or maybe it's just the drugs.
I went to a shrink
I sought psychological help.
To analyze my dreams
To understand what's going on in my subconscious.
She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down
The psychiatrist thinks my sex life is causing me stress.
I went to a whore
I visited a prostitute.
He said my life's a bore
The prostitute told me I lead a dull existence.
And quit my whining cause it's bringing her down
And asked me to stop complaining because it was bringing her down.
Grasping to control
Trying to hold on to control.
So you better hold on
So you better be prepared for the ride.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E., III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL
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