Words of Beauty

Song: The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage Artist: Panic! At the Disco Written by: Brendon Urie, Brent Wilson, George Ross, Ryan Ross, and Spencer Smith

Sit tight. I’m gonna need you to keep time. C’mon! Just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me.  Good. Good! Now we’re making some progress! C’mon! Just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat.

And, I believe, this may call for a proper introduction, and, well, don’t you see? I’m the narrator, and this is just the prologue.

Swear to shake it up and you swear to listen! Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention. I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives. Swear to shake it up and you swear to listen! Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention. I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives.

Applause! Applause--no! Wait, wait; 

dear studio audience, I’ve an announcement to make:  it seems the artists these days are not who you think, so, we’ll pick back up on that on another page.

And, I believe, this may call for a proper introduction, and, well, don’t you see? I’m the narrator, and this is just the prologue.

Swear to shake it up and you swear to listen! Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention. I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives. Swear to shake it up and you swear to listen! Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention. I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives.

Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen! Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen! Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen! Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up.

Swear to shake it up and you swear to listen! Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention. I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives. Swear to shake it up and you swear to listen! Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention. I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives.

Song: Time Artist: Pink Floyd Written by: David Jon Gilmour, Nicholas Berkeley Mason, Roger Waters, Richard William Wright

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day. You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way, kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown, waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain, you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you; no one told you when to run--you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking, racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older, shorter of breath, and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines.  Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.

The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say...

Home, home again. I like to be here when I can. When I come home cold and tired, it’s good to warm my bones beside the fire. Far away across the field, the tolling of the iron bell calls the faithful to their knees to hear the softly spoken magic spells.

The song starts with layers of clock noises that were put together by their engineer, Alan Parsons. Each clock was recorded separately at an antique store, and the band blended them together. Parsons wanted to use the clocks to demonstrate a new quadraphonic sound system, but they ended up using it to open the song instead 

This was the only song on Dark Side of the Moon on which all four members received a writing credit 

On their 1973 tour, Pink Floyd played this just after a 4-foot model plane was released from the back of the venue, crashing into the stage and exploding. Floyd always used lots of visual effects at their shows and had the money to make them very elaborate on this tour. 

Song: Part II Artist: Paramore Written by: Hayley Williams, Justin Johnsen, and Taylor York

What a shame, what a shame, we all remain such fragile broken things--a beauty half-betrayed, butterflies with punctured wings. Still, there are darkened places deep in my heart. What once was blazing light, now there’s a tiny scar. Oh glory, come and find me. Oh glory, come and find me dancing all alone to the sound of an enemy’s song. I’ll be lost until you find me (fighting on my own in a war that’s already been won). I’ll be lost until you come and find me here, oh glory. Here. 

What a mess, what a mystery we’ve made of love and other simple things; learning to forgive, even when it wasn’t our mistake mistake. I question every human who won’t look in my eyes. Scars left on my heart formed patterns in my mind. Oh glory, you will find me dancing all alone to the sound of an enemy’s song. I’ll be lost until you find me fighting on my own in a war that’s already been won. I’ll be lost until you come and find me here, oh glory. Like the moon, we borrow our light. I am nothing but a shadow in the night. So, if you let me, I will catch fire; to let your glory and mercy shine.

Song: I’m Like a Lawyer with the Way That I’m Always Trying to Get You Off Artist: Fall Out Boy Written by: Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump

Last year’s wishes are this year’s apologies. Every last time I come home, I take my last chance to burn a bridge or two. I only keep myself this sick in the head, ‘cause I know how the words get you off.

We’re the new face of failure. Prettier and younger but not any better off. Bulletproof loneliness at best (at best).

Me and you setting in a honeymoon if I woke up next to you (if I woke up next you). Me and you setting in a honeymoon if I woke up next to you (if I woke up next you).

Collect the bad habits that you couldn’t bare to keep out of the woods, but I love a tree I used to lay beneath; kissed teeth stained red from a sour bottle baby girl with eyes the size of baby worlds. 

We’re the new face of failure. Prettier and younger but not any better off. Bulletproof loneliness at best (at best).

Me and you setting in a honeymoon if I woke up next to you (if I woke up next you). Me and you setting in a honeymoon if I woke up next to you (if I woke up next you). Me and you setting in a honeymoon if I woke up next to you (if I woke up next you). Me and you setting in a honeymoon if I woke up next to you (if I woke up next you).

You know the best way to make it through, with hearts and wrists intact, is to realize two out of three ain’t bad (ain’t bad).

Me and you setting in a honeymoon if I woke up next to you (if I woke up next you). Me and you (honeymoon) setting in a honeymoon. Me and you setting in a honeymoon if I woke up next to you (if I woke up next you). Me and you setting in a honeymoon if I woke up next to you (honeymoon).

The video for this song was filmed in Uganda because the band was trying to draw attention to the children who were forced into war in the most terrible ways.

Song: Hard Times Artist: Paramore Written by: Hayley Williams and Taylor York

All that I want is to wake up fine; to tell me that I’m alright, that I ain’t gonna die. All that I want is a hole in the ground. You can tell me when it’s alright for me to come out.

Hard times gonna make you wonder why you even try. Hard times gonna take you down and laugh when you cry. These lives and I still don’t know how I even survive hard times (hard times), and I gotta get to rock bottom (uh)!

Walking around with my little rain cloud hanging over my head, and it ain’t coming down. Where do I go? Give me some sort of sign. Hit me with lightning; maybe I’ll come alive.

Hard times gonna make you wonder why you even try. Hard times gonna take you down and laugh when you cry. These lives and I still don’t know how I even survive hard times (hard times), and I gotta get to rock bottom (uh)!

Tell my friends I’m coming down. We’ll kick it when I hit the ground. Tell my friends I’m coming down. We’ll kick it when I hit the ground.

Hard times gonna make you wonder why you even try. Hard times gonna take you down and laugh when you cry. These lives and I still don’t know how I even survive hard times (hard times). Hard times gonna make you wonder why you even try, hard times (hard times). Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry. These lives and I still don’t know how I even survive hard times (hard times) and I gotta get to rock bottom.

This song describes Hayley Williams’ dealings with severe depression stemming from both personal and professional relationships in her life.

Song: Camisado Artist: Panic! at the Disco Written by: Brendon Urie, Brent Wilson, George Ross, Ryan Ross, Spencer Smith

The I.V. and your hospital bed... This was no accident; this was a therapeutic chain of events.

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor. This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital and it’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional, and it sure as hell ain’t normal, but we deal. We deal. The anesthetic never set in and I’m wondering where the apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in. No, it’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional, and it sure as hell ain’t normal, but we deal. We deal.

Just sit back (just sit back), sit back, relax. Just sit back (just sit back), sit back, relapse again (again). Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid. Sit back, relax. Sit back, relapse again. Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid. Just sit back (just sit back).

You’re a regular decorated emergency. You’re a regular decorated emergency.

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor. This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital and it’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional, and it sure as hell ain’t normal, but we deal. We deal. The anesthetic never set in and I’m wondering where the apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in. No, it’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional, and it sure as hell ain’t normal, but we deal. We deal. 

Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid. Sit back, relax. Sit back, relapse again. Can’t take the kid from the fight, but take the fight from the kid. Just sit back (just sit back), sit back (sit back), relapse (relapse), sit back (sit back). You can take the kid out of the fight.

You’re a regular decorated emergency. The bruises and contusions will remind you what you did when you wake. You’ve earned a place atop the ICU’s hall of fame. The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again. You’re a regular decorated emergency. The bruises and contusions will remind you what you did when you wake. You’ve earned a place atop the ICU’s hall of fame. The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again. 

Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid. Sit back, relax. Sit back, relapse again. Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid. Just sit back (just sit back). Sit back (sit back). Relapse (relapse). Sit back (sit back). You can take the kid out of the fight.

The I.V. and your hospital bed... This was no accident; this was a therapeutic chain of events.

camisado (n.) -- a surprise attack occurring at night, or at daybreak, when the enemy is/are supposed to be asleep.

Song: Decode Artist: Paramore Written by: Hayley Williams, Josh Farro, Taylor York

How can I decide what’s right when you’re clouding up my mind? I can’t win your losing fight all the time.

Not gonna ever own what’s mine when you’re always taking sides, but you won’t take away my pride. No, not this time. Not this time.

How did we get here? When I used to know you so well. How did we get here? Well, I think I know how.

The truth is hiding in your eyes, and it’s hanging on your tongue; just boiling in my blood, but you think that I can’t see what kind of man that you are--if you’re a man at all. Well, I will figure this one out on my own (I’m screaming, “I love you so”). On my own (my thoughts you can’t decode).

How did we get here? When I used to know you so well, yeah. How did we get here? Well, I think I know how.

Do you see what we’ve done? We’ve gone and made such fools of ourselves. Do you see what we’ve done? We’ve gone and made such fools of ourselves.

How did we get here? When I used to know you so well, yeah (yeah). Well, how did we get here? When I used to know you so well. I think I know. I think I know.

Song: London Beckoned Songs about Money Written by Machines Artist: Panic! at the Disco Written by: Brendon Urie, Brent Wilson, George Ross, Ryan Ross, Spencer Smith

Stop stalling, make a name for yourself. Boy, you better put that pen to paper and charm your way out. If you talk, you better walk. You better back your shit up with more than good hooks while you’re all under the gun. Start talking a sensationalist; oh, he’s slightly clever to just a certain extent. If you talk, you better walk. You better back your shit up with more than good hooks while you’re all under the gun.

(Panic! meet the press.) It’s time for us to take a chance. It’s time for us to take a chance. (Panic! meet the press.) It’s time for us to take a chance. It’s time for us...

Well, we’re just a wet dream for the webzine. Make us it, make us hip, make us scene, or shrug us off your shoulders; don’t approve a single word that we wrote.

I’m burning and I’m blacking my lungs. Boy, you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue. If you talk, you better walk. You better back your shit up with more than good hooks while you’re all under the gun. Start talking a sensationalist; oh, he’s slightly clever to just a certain extent. If you talk, you better walk. Oh, keep quiet! Let us sing like the doves, then decide if it’s done with purpose or lack thereof.

Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of a) indifference and b) disinterest in what the critics say.

It’s time for us to take a chance. It’s time for us...

Well, we’re just a wet dream for the webzines. Make us it, make us hip, make us scene, or shrug us off your shoulders; don’t approve a single word we wrote. Well, we’re just a wet dream for the webzines. Make us it, make us hip, make us scene, or shrug us off your shoulders; don’t approve a single word we wrote.

Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of a) indifference and b) disinterest in what the critics say.

It’s time for us to take a chance. It’s time for us...

Well, we’re just a wet dream for the webzines. Make us it, make us hip, make us scene, or shrug us off your shoulders; don’t approve a single word we wrote. Well, we’re just a wet dream for the webzines. Make us it, make us hip, make us scene, or shrug us off your shoulders; don’t approve a single word we wrote.

Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of a) indifference and b) disinterest in what the critics say.

So I just watched a video on Facebook and it was a throwback of 2000′s pop punk bands! These next few songs will be in honor of some of those!

Song: Sugar, We’re Goin Down Artist: Fall Out Boy Written by: Andrew Hurley, Joseph Trohman, Patrick Stump, and Pete Wentz

Am I more than you bargained for yet? I’ve been dying to tell you anything you want to hear, ‘cause that’s just who I am this week. Lie in the grass next to the mausoleum. I’m just a notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a song. (a notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a song)

Drop a heart. Break a name. We’re always sleeping in and sleeping for the wrong team.

We’re going down, down in an earlier round and, sugar, we’re going down swinging. I’ll be your number one with a bullet--a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it.

Is this more than you bargained for yet? Oh, don’t mind me; I’m watching you two from the closet wishing to be the friction in your jeans. Isn’t it messed up, how I’m just dying to be him? I’m just a notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a song. (notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a song)

Drop a heart. Break a name. We’re always sleeping in and sleeping for the wrong team.

We’re going down, down in an earlier round and, sugar, we’re going down swinging. I’ll be your number one with a bullet--a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it.

The album name was chosen from a book about a bull that doesn’t fit in the ring but rather sits under a cork tree and smells the sweet fragrance.

This is one of Andy Hurley’s favorite story books.

Pete Wentz chose to use the word “Sugar” in the song because he was listening to old songs with his father when he thought, “Why don’t we use words like that anymore?”

Song: Smooth Artist: Santana, covered by Escape the Fate Written by: Rob Thomas and Itaal Shur

Man, it’s a hot one. Like seven inches from the midday sun; well, I hear you whispering in the words to melt everyone, but you stay so cool. My munequita, my Spanish Harlem, Mona Lisa. You’re my reason for reason, the step in my groove.

And if you said this life ain’t good enough, I would give my world to lift you up. I could change my life to better suit your mood because you’re so smooth.  And it’s just like the ocean under the moon. Oh, it’s the same as the emotion that I get from you. You got the kind of lovin’ that can be so smooth, yeah. Give me your heart, make it real or else forget about it.

But I’ll tell you one thing:  if you would leave it would be a crying shame. In every breath and every word, I hear your name calling me out, out from the barrio. You hear my rhythm on your radio. You feel the turning of the world, so soft and slow; it’s turning you round and round.

And if you said this life ain’t good enough, I would give my world to lift you up.

I could change my life to better suit your mood because you’re so smooth.

And it’s just like the ocean under the moon.

Oh, it’s the same as the emotion that I get from you.

You got the kind of lovin’ that can be so smooth, yeah.

Give me your heart, make it real or else forget about it.

Song: Eyes Closed Artist: Halsey Written by: Halsey, The Weeknd, Cashmere Cat, and Benny Blanco

I know where to lay. I know what to say. It’s all the same. And I know how to play. I know this game. It’s all the same.

Now, if I keep my eyes closed, he looks just like you, but he’ll never stay; they never do. Now, if I keep my eyes closed, he feels just like you, but you’ve been replaced. I’m face to face with someone new.

Would’ve gave it all for you, cared for you; so tell me where I went wrong. Would’ve gave it all for you, cared for you (my lover, my liar). Would’ve traded all for you, there for you; so tell me how to move on. Would’ve traded all for you, cared for you (my lover, my liar).

Now, if I keep my eyes closed, he looks just like you, but he’ll never stay; they never do. Now, if I keep my eyes closed, he feels just like you, but you’ve been replaced. I’m face to face with someone new.

He don’t realize that I’m thinkin’ about you; it’s nothing new. It’s nothing new.

Song: Thank You Artist: Led Zeppelin Written by: Robert Plant and Jimmy Page

If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

Kind woman, I give my all; Kind woman, nothing more.

Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by. My love is strong. With you, there is no wrong. Together, we shall go until we die. My, my, my. Inspiration is what you are to me. Inspiration, look, see.

And so today, my world, it smiles. Your hand in mine, we walk the miles. Thanks to you, it will be done. For you, to me, are the only one. Happiness, no more be sad. Happiness, I’m glad.

If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. Mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

This was dedicated to Robert Plant’s wife.

It was the first Zeppelin song that Plant wrote all the lyrics himself.

The next few songs are dedicated to my broken heart. It’s been one year since it was shattered. Here are some beautiful songs to match the day.

Song: Wish You Were Here Artist: Pink Floyd Written by: Roger Waters and David Jon Gilmour

So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail, a smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts, hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breeze, and cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here. We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year; running over the same old ground, and how we found the same old fears. Wish you were here.

This was a rare case of a collaboration between Roger Waters and David Jon Gilmour.

When the wind blows at the end, the faint sound of a violin can be heard by Stephane Grappelli.

He was recording in nearby studios and Pink Floyd asked him to guest on the track.

Song: A Beautiful Lie Artist: 30 [Thirty] Seconds to Mars Written by: Jared Leto

Lie awake in bed at night and think about your life; Do you want to be different?

Try to let go of the truth; the battles of your youth, ‘cause this is just a game.

It’s a beautiful lie. It’s a perfect denial. Such a beautiful lie to believe in. So beautiful, beautiful lie (it makes me).

It’s time to forget about the past; to wash away what happened last. Hide behind an empty face. Don’t ask too much just say ‘cause this is just a game.

It’s a beautiful lie. It’s a perfect denial. Such a beautiful lie to believe in. So beautiful, beautiful lie (it makes me).

Everyone’s looking at me. I’m running around in circles, baby. A quiet desperation’s building higher. I’ve got to remember this is just a game.

So lie. It’s a beautiful lie. It’s a perfect denial. Such a beautiful lie to believe in. So beautiful, beautiful lie (it makes me).

Song: The Kill Artist: 30 [Thirty] Seconds to Mars Written by: Jared Leto

What if I wanted to break--laugh it all off in your face? What would you do?

What if I fell to the floor--couldn’t take this anymore? What would you do?

Come break me down. Bury me, bury me. I am finished with you.

What if I wanted to fight--beg for the rest of my life? What would you do? You say you wanted more. What are you waiting for? I’m not running from you.

Come break me down. Bury me, bury me. I am finished with you.

Look in my eyes. You’re killing me, killing me. All I wanted was you.

I tried to be someone else, but nothing seemed to change. I know now, this is who I really am inside. I finally found myself fighting for a chance. I know now, this is who I really am inside.

Come break me down. Bury me, bury me. I am finished with you.

Look in my eyes. You’re killing me, killing me. All I wanted was you. Come break me down.

What if I wanted to break?

The music video is loosely based on the movie The Shining and was directed by Bartholomew Cubbins, aka Jared Leto.

Song: Knights of Cydonia Artist: Muse Written by: Matthew James Bellamy

Come ride with me through the veins of history. I’ll show you why God falls asleep on the job.

And how can we win when fools can be kings? Don’t waste your time, or time will waste you.

No one’s going to take me alive. Time has come to make things right. You and I must fight for our rights. You and I must fight to survive. (x3)

“When I’ve created a slightly imaginary dystopian nightmare, I’m putting myself in there:  what would I feel in that situation? In ‘Knights of Cydonia’–’No one’s going to take me alive,’–I had that feeling of wanting to fight back against something.”

Song: Uprising Artist: Muse Written by: Matthew James Bellamy

The paranoia is in bloom. The PR transmissions will resume. They’ll try to push drugs that keep us all dumbed down and hope that we will never see the truth around, so come on!

Another promise, another scene, another package[d] lie to keep us trapped in greed with all the green belts wrapped around our minds and endless red tape to keep the truth confined, so come on!

They will not force us. They will stop degrading us. They will not control us. We will be victorious, so come on!

Interchanging mind control. Come, let the revolution take its toll. If you could flick a switch and open your third eye, you’d see that we should never be afraid to die, so come on! 

Rise up and take the power back. It’s time that the fat cats had a heart attack. You know that their time is coming to an end. We have to unify and watch our flag ascend, so come on!

They will not force us. They will stop degrading us. They will not control us. We will be victorious, so come on!

The Vatican listed this as one of the institution’s “12 Favorite Songs” as part of a playlist on MySpace Music. 

The other 11 included Mozart’s “Don Giovanni”, the Vatican’s “Advocata Nostra” ft. Pope Benedict XVI, and Tupac Shakur’s “Changes”.

This list was put together by Father Giulio Neroni.