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Journal #1 - My Favorite Writing
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Word Count: 271 (excluding the lyrics)
Build God, Then We’ll Talk from the album “A Fever you Can’t Sweat Out” by Panic at the Disco (2005) Listen to the Song here
I have always loved Panic at the Disco’s musical style and content and delivery of the lyrics. They are from Vegas, so most of their early music was a rock-techno hybrid about burlesque settings and situations that are normally kept secret from those who should know about it.
This is the last track on their first album and I believe it epitomizes the entire CD. The lyrics cleverly use aesthetic literal phrases and well thought up analogies to describe the night a hooker was busted in the act. It’s great writing because the writer uses very descriptive language to paint the scene and situation for the listener or reader. A good writer’s job is to show, not tell, and Ryan did a great job with his choice of lyrics.
Not only does the song describe a rather risqué event, it also criticizes humanity and how it forces some people to stoop to a lower level just to make ends meet. And it pokes sarcasm at the unfaithfulness of men with high governmental power. The song expresses how rich guys can get away with cheating on their wives because since they have the money, they have the power to do whatever they want.
All these ideas collide in one song. The song is very catchy and becomes even more interesting when you pay close attention to the lyrics, and even closer attention to the double meanings they convey. The way they approach awkward subjects about the flaws of humanity in mainstream music is amazing.
Build God, Then We’ll Talk from the album “A Fever you Can’t Sweat Out” by Panic at the Disco (2005)
It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street.Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy.
And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
as he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before,
after he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact.
There was a terrible crash (There was a terrible crash)
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses
And sleeping with the roaches and the taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
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