#P!ATD lyrics

[viccharine]

it’s a surprise attack!!! (haha get it. because a camisado. a camisado is a surprise attack)

(reblogs greatly appreciated!!)

since this post has been getting popular lately, prints of this can be found here [x]!!

process + commentary under the cut:

about the piece: the composition of this piece actually came pretty quickly to me—I had this composition in mind from the beginning and it didn’t really change at all. here’s the sketch for proof:

ALTHOUGH, I had SUCH a hard time with the lettering for this piece— and overall I’m not very happy with the lettering (in comparison to my other pieces, ESP my fob and tyv art, maybe it’s just p!atd???) but I do think it’s a bit clever. my own handwriting didn’t fit the vibe, and just putting text over it seemed too clean, so this began the extensive process of trying to copy time new roman by hand. although it was fun finding places to put all the lyrics

about the song: camisado is definitely not my favorite song off afycso, but I will say lyrically it’s one of my favs just because they are SO clever like DAMN!!!!!! rent was due i guess

the complexity of the lyrics did make it very hard to complete this piece though—I got the lyrics wrong on four separate occasions despite listening to the song on repeat for two days and kept having to go in and fix em (which was. extremely tiring.)

anyway, even though I’m on a bit of a pre-spilt panic! binge rn, I’ll probably go back to making fob art soon because yayyyy another tour!!! hopefully I can get tickets this time round (wish me luck!)

anyway that’s it ok byeeeeeeeee!!!!!

[newfoundgrxce]

15 YEARS OF PRETTY. ODD. ☼ MARCH 21, 2008

If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed, then we should feed our jewelry to the sea, for diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me.

[cotton-candy-rat]

Just needed everyone else to see this so I know I didn't hallucinate it

[mystic-sn0w]

[enby-killjoy]

Saw P!ATD last night in Glasgow and HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! One of the best nights ever!

I may or may not post the videos and pics I took later

Got decent seats too!

[green-ocean]

Double bubble disco queen

Headed to the guillotine

Skin as cool as Steve McQueen

Let me be your killer king

Victorious - Panic! At The Disco

[abstractredd]

and i usually don’t fall when i try to stand…

[sadandangrypanda]

Choose one...

[ottos-doodle-page]

I originally wanted to do this design with puffy paint, but with how the cover of the sketchbook is it tore right off when it was dry. So I used some papier-mâché to cover up the puffy paint and painted over it:)

I like how this one came out much better lol.

[ilovethosebrowneyes9904]

Little Panic! rant

How can a person both smile and cry at the same time? Like I'm laughing my ass off because it not Panic! splitting it's just Brendon splitting up, the actual split up happened years ago, but damn to have another album like 2005-2016 era (especially Pretty. Odd) back again would make me happy. Those albums were so gorgeous and helped be through a lot of shit. I'm kinda bittersweet, but glad the dead is being laid to rest. The Disco is finally calm. :')

[iwilltransyourgender]

Rant time.

Okay, look, we all know Viva Las Vengeance is a whole…. something that isn’t quite Panic! At The Disco, nor is it anything particularly amazing either because Brendon can’t write for shit, but I think one aspect in which we can cut it some slack is the beautiful musical disaster that is:

Sad Clown

What could possibly be the saving grace for this astronomical fuckup of a song?

Well, you’re absolutely right in that it is an underwhelming absolute lack of an orgasm after chafing your genitals for a fucking hour, but dear god, in a way, doesn’t that make SENSE? Look, we know Brendon Urine didn’t do it on purpose at all cuz, you know, he’s a dumb cunt and not a 5’1 autistic man hoarding literature degrees like a useless dragon hoards gloves for hands it doesn’t have. But if he HAD done it on purpose, Sad Clown could have been recognised as a satisfyingly UNsatisfying metaphor for, well, unsatisfying…ness.

Consider:

"I pop a pill to feel euphoria. Five minutes, ten minutes, to a half an hour, But not the rest of my life."

And

"Even though I'm smiling, I'm crying. I'm sick and tired of trying, I'm dying. Is this all there is?"

In a badly done, even babygirlification somewhat, of the Hey Ya theme of sad lyrics on a preppy dance tune (and look, I never said the lyrics were good), we can extrapolate the story being told here; ex-lovers, one, Maggie presumably, has moved on quite happily whereas our protagonist has not, though he puts on a front of happiness and copes with drugs, and while the drugs may give him a temporary relief, he knows that he cannot rely on this permanently.

How does this make a shit song a good song?

In an overly analysed close-reading of the music, which I am absolutely qualified to do because I took music theory class for one year in highschool and I'm a man on the internet, I can conclude that this song just doesn't have a chorus? Sure, Urine tried, but if you actually ignore the urge to do a dancey dance and listen for like two secs, you'll realise that the "chorus" is just a whole lotta buildup with no payoff. Bridges, no chorus. Chafing, no orgasm, whatever fucking analogy you wanna roll with. We literally get like three bridges in a row:

"Five minutes, ten minutes, to a half an hour For the rest of my life."

I call this the pre-bridge. It's different to the verse, and we get a sense of "change is coming" in the dropping of the notes towards the end of the bar, and even the general softer, more emotive tone in Urine's voice in "For the rest of my life," however this isn't yet a bridge in the same way most of us would recognise one.

"Leave me alone (a paliacciao triste) Leave me alone (he not so molto bene)."

Bridge 1: Huge musical buildup in the drum, the dropout of other instruments (again, a common indication of "get ready, it's coming!") and the inclusion of the backup singers singing the goofiest fucking shit I've ever read in my life.

"Your majesty's magnificent. My tragedy is imminent. Even though I'm smiling, I'm crying, I shall win."

Bridge 2: Oh, another bridge? I mean, it COULD have been a chorus, but its that last line where we get basically exactly the same musicality of the first bridge, but louder, and man I'm on the edge of my seat. I'm waiting for the climax, I'm rearing to fucking GO.

guitar riff

Oh.

That was it?

That was...

Well, I didn't come that's for sure.

Where the fuck is the chorus, Urine? Because I sure as shit didn't hear one! I feel like I'm back four years in time with my ex who had the weakest dick game I've ever seen in someone without erectile dysfuction.

And then that ending too. He screeches that last note (and this is the only comment I'll make on Urine's actual singing capabilities because that's a whole other rant for another day) and then everything just... dies. And not even in a satisfactory way. No fade out, no sharp sudden stop; it gives the vibe of the orchestra awkwardly realising the conductor's stopped and is glaring at the trombones.

It is unsatisfying

BUT IT FUCKING WORKS.

AND I'M SO MAD THAT IT WORKS.

Literally an entire song about dissatisfaction, faking pleasure/happiness, relying on temporary highs that ultimately never amount to anything, AND IT IS MOST UN-FUCKING-SATISFYING SHIT I'VE EVER LISTENED TO.

WHY

[1unarixn]

𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛��𝚛, 𝚘𝚑, 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 !

[scoutsunset]

Asleep in the hive — I guess all the buzzing got to me

[bandombloggg]

Melodies of Kinship

Ryden rp, please read pinned post to roleplay

On a sunny afternoon, as they strolled along the familiar path that wound through the picturesque park, a mischievous grin played upon Brendon's lips. With a playful glint in his eyes, he turned to Ryan, his voice laced with affectionate teasing.

"Oh kitten, don't make me tell you twice," Brendon quipped, his words carrying a hint of gentle warning. It was a familiar phrase, one that had woven itself into the fabric of their friendship, a reminder of their unspoken understanding.

Ryan, with a bemused smile dancing on his lips, playfully rolled his eyes. The nickname, affectionately bestowed upon him by Brendon, held a history of inside jokes and shared secrets. It was a testament to the unique bond they had cultivated over the years.

[fatalescapism]

i’m the new cancer, never looked better.

you can’t stand it

because you say so under your breath

reading your lips, “when did they get all confident”

[queerly-falling-apart]

My dads reaction to “I write sins not tragedies” by P!ATD was

“what is this” in a slightly disgusted tone

“Its ‘I write sins not tragedies’ by P!ATD”

“Well the lyrics sound stupid”