Oh, well imagine; as I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can’t help but to hear, no I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words.
“What a beautiful wedding!, What a beautiful wedding!” says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
“Ah yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom’s bride is a whore.”I chimed in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I chimed in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of hope.
This is such a peculiar song. Whenever it comes on, I go through a range of thoughts, but primarily it’s “and you thought everything’s been sung about before. Clearly there are niches of human emotion not yet explored.”
The Decemberists, also, make me feel that way – they write stories that remind me that not everything has yet been sung.
When I heard that song the first few hundred times, I thought it was “poisoned rationality,” not “poise and rationality.” Sometimes I like my version better. :p
Ditto.
Ah yes. Panic at the Disco is exactly one of those bands. And I swear to god that xylophone is being played by a little mechanical monkey.
You should see the video to top off the peculiarity glut. I love me some P!atD, though. <3