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Contenido del disco Vices and Virtues de Panic at the disco.TRANSCRIPT
The ballad Of Mona lisa
she paints her fingers with a close precision
He Starts To Notice Empty Bottles Of Ginand takes a moment to assess the sin she’s paid for
a lonely speaker in a conversation
Her Words Are Swimming Through His Ears AgainThere’s Nothing Wrong With Just A Taste Of What You Paid For
say what you meantell me i’m right
and let the sun rain down on me
give me a signi want to believe
he senses something, call it desperation
another dollar, another dayand if she had the proper words to say, she would tell himbut she’d have nothing left to sell him
mona lisawear me out
i’m pleased to please ya
whoa, mona lisayou’re guaranteed to run this townwhoa, mona lisa
i’d pay to see you frown
Let’s KiLL tonight
• If I retreat, words, wars, and
symph
on
ies make room! W
e’re taking over, here. And you’re t
he ga
lant
ine
cold
an
d a
lone
, it
suit
s you well. Won’t find me perching here again
. May yo
ur feet serve you well, and the rest be sent to h
ell
wh
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they
alw
ays
hav
e be
longed. C
old hearts brew colder songs. Fate will play us out with a song of pure romance. S
o sto
mp
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r fe
et a
nd c
lap
your hands. Let’s kill, tonight. Sho
w th
em all you’re not the ordinary type.
Are you worth your weight i n g o l d ?
‘Cause you’re behind my eyelids when I’m all alone. Hey stranger, I want ya to catch me like a cold. You and God both got the guns. And when you shoot, I think I’d duck. I led the revolution in my bedroom, and I set all the zippers free. We said, “No more war! No more clothes! Give me peace! Oh, kiss me!”H e y h e y , w e a r e a
hurricane.Drop our anchors in a
storm. Hey, they will never be the same. A fire in a flask to keep us warm. ‘Cause they know, and I know, that they don’t look or sound like me!
Oh I’d confess, I’d confess. I n a r o o m
where I’m blessed. But he didn’t come and speak to me, or put my heart at ease. And I believe that, half the time,I am a wolf among the sheep gnawing at the wool over my eyes.
MEMORIES
he was the congregation’s vagrantwith an unrequited lovew h e n y o u r p a s s i o n ’ s e x a l t a t i o n , then finding refuge is
not enough
oh memories, where’d you go you were All i’ve ever Knownhow I miss yesterday and how I let it fade away
when the money lost momentumand the bills were piling high then the smile had finally faded from the apple of their eye they were young and independent and they thought they had it planned should’ve known right from the start, you can’t predict the end
When July Became DecemBerTheir Affection Fought The ColdBut They Couldn’t Quite Remember What Inspired Them To GoAnd it wAs
beAutifully depressinglike a streetcar named desire. They were fighting for their love that had started growing tired
She was the Youngest of the Family
and the last to be let go when they decided they would try and make it on their own
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6You’ve got these little things, you wanted something for ‘em6
1You’ll either get it r
I guess you won’t 1
5 What does it really mean y
get nothing from anyone? 5
5 There’s a million ways it could go51
So tell me right now, ya think you’re ready for it?15 I wanna know why you got me going55 So let’s go, we’ll take it outta here 5
1 I think I’m ready y
leap 11
I’m ready y live1
1I’m ready y
go15 Get me out o
my mind 56
I know I think I’m ready65 I think I know I’m ready 5
whentheworldgetstooheavy,putitonmyback
I'llbeyourlevy
youaretakingmeapartlikebadglueonagetwellcard..
butitwasalwaysyoufallingforme
nowthere'salwaystimecallingforme
Iamthelightblinkingattheendoftheroad
blinkbacktoletmeknow
I'maflythat'strappedinaweb
butI'mthinkingthatmyspider'sdead
oh,lonelylittlelife
IcouldkidmyselfinthinkingthatI'mfine..
I'mskinandbone
justacaneandarustythrone
oh,thecastle'sundersiege
butthesignoutsidesays"leavemealone!"
A lwAy s
t h e y s a i d , “ i f y o u d o n ’ t l e t i t o u t , y o u ’ r e g o n n a l e t i t e a t y o u t h e CA L e n DA R
meant everything i said that night. i will come back to life. but only for you. the world may
aw
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Rosa Indica Sertulata
Peduncle
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I Was Fine, Just A Guy Living On My Own. Waiting For The Sky To Fall. Then You Called C Changed It All, Doll. Velvet Lips C The Eyes To Pull Me In.
We Both Know You’d Already Win. Oh, Your Original Sin. You Fooled Me Once With Your Eyes, Now, Honey. You Fooled
Me Twice With Your Lies, C I Say.. ..Sarah Smiles Like Sarah Doesn’t Care. She Lives In Her
World, So Unaware. Does She Know That My Destiny Lies With
Her? Sarah, Oh,
Sarah. Are You Saving Me? Waking Up To A Kiss C You’re On Your Way. I’d Really Hoped That You Would Stay But You Left C Went Your Own Way,
Babe. I Don’t Mind, Take Your Time I Got Things To Do Besides Sit-Around-C-Wait-For-You. Oh, C I Hope You Do
Too. C It’s Killing Me Inside! Consuming All My Time You’ve Left Me Blind! C When
I Think I’m Right, You Strip Away My Pride You Cast It
All Aside, But I Say..
SMILESSARAH
SaRah SMIlES lIkE
d
OESn’t caRE
SaRah SMIlES lIkE dOESn’t caRE
SaRah
NEARLY
WITCHES(Ever Since We Met...)
• • •m y w i n g t i p s w a l t z a c r o s s n a i v e w o o d f l o o r s . t h e y c r e a k i n n o c e n t l y d o w n t h e s t a i r s . d r a g m e l o d y. m y p e r c u s s i v e f e e t s e r v e c o b w e b h e a d a c h e s . a s a m a t c h i n g s e t o f m a r c h i n g c l o c k s . t h e s l u m b e r i n g a p p a r i t i o n s t h a t t h e y ’ v e c o m e t o w a k e u p . h e r e I a m , c o m p o s i n g a b u r l e s q u e o u t o f w h e r e t h e y r e s t t h e i r n e c k s . s u n k e n i n t h e i r s p l i n t e r e d c r a d l e s a n d r a m s h a c k l e h e a d s . t h e y a s k e d f o r i t . a s a g i r l , y o u h a v e s e t y o u r h e a r t o n h a u n t i n g m e f o r e v e r
f r o m t h e s t a r t . i t ’ s n e v e r s i l e n t . e v e r s i n c e w e m e t , I o n l y s h o o t u p w i t h y o u r p e r f u m e . i t ’ s t h e o n l y t h i n g t h a t m a k e s m e f e e l a s g o o d a s y o u d o . e v e r s i n c e w e m e t , I ’ v e g o t j u s t o n e r e g r e t t o l i v e t h r o u g h . a n d I r e g r e t n e v e r l e t t i n g y o u k n o w t h a t t h a t o n e r e g r e t i s y o u . h o w d o e s a h e a r t l o o k i f n o o n e h a s n o t i c e d i t s p r e s e n c e ? a n d w h e r e d o e s i t g o ? t r e m b l i n g h a n d s p l a y m y h e a r t l i k e a d r u m . b u t t h e b e a t ’ s g o t t e n l o s t i n t h e s h o w• • •
FIG. 4
Rosa Indica Cruenta
FIG. 3
Rosa Indica
PanIC! aT THE DISCo THankS: Zack and Carol Hall (luuuv you), Shane and Regan for their endless encouragement, John “Feldy” Feldmann for both musical and spiritual contributions, Pete, Rob “Babay!” Mathes, Butch Walker and Jake Sinclair (the Ambiguously Great Duo), J.D., Scott, Bob and everyone at Crush, Sam and Dave, everyone at Decaydance, Fueled By Ramen and Atlantic Records, Dallon and the Weekes family, Ian and the Crawford family, Shane and Vicki, The Plasticines, Jack and Rachel and the Antonoffs, Nate Ruess, Steve MacDonald and family, the Espinosa family, the Cohen family, Ryan Gottshall and Spencer Hoad, Ryan Ross, Jon Walker, and the most passionate people in the world: our fans. Special thank you to Northern Downpour.
BrEnDon THankS: My ever-growing family for their endless love and support, Spencer Smith for being my best friend and setting a sharp example, Sarah Elizabeth Orzechowski for being an inspiration and smiling when I felt I could not, the Orzechowski family, the Smith family, Bogart and Penny.
SPEnCEr THankS: My Mom & Dad for always encouraging me to follow my dreams, Crystal & Jackie for your endless love and support, Haley for making me a better me, and never leaving me lonely, Boba, Milo & all the rest of my wonderful friends.
Produced by Butch Walker & John Feldmann except produced by Butch Walker
Panic! at the Disco is BrenDon Urie & sPencer smith
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Mastered by Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound, New York, NY
Strings arranged & conducted by Rob MathesRecorded by Jonathan Allen at Abbey Road Studios, London, UKAssisted by Lewis JonesStudio Manager: Colette BarberEdited by Joe Napolitano at Capitol Recording Studios, Hollywood, CAStrings contracted by Isobel GriffithsStrings Leader: Thomas BowesAdditional guitars & background vocals by Butch WalkerVocals on “Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met…)” by Plasticines & the West Los Angeles Children’s ChoirTrumpet & Accordion on “Sarah Smiles” by Mike Bolger
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