Panic (!) at the Disco - Nine in the Afternoon
Back to the street where we began Feeling as good as lovers can, you know Yeah we're feeling so good Picking up things we shouldn't read It looks like the end of history as we know It's just the...
Back to the street where we began Feeling as good as lovers can, you know Yeah we're feeling so good Picking up things we shouldn't read It looks like the end of history as we know It's just the end of the world
It would appear that this is a retrospective story as Brendan Urine takes us back to the street where it all began for him. Apparently when he was a wee nipper he felt as good as a lover (but surely isn’t loving a source for much more misery and suffering than it is unrivalled happiness?). But yes apparently everyone is feeling really good and they due to this ignorant sense of happiness they are flouting normal social conventions by picking up things they really shouldn’t be – in this case, the items they aren’t picking up are restricted pieces of literature (which is utter nonsense of course, in my eyes no pieces of literature should be restricted and to do so is to be naught more than a fascist or a power hungry Robert Mugabe type). Things have gotten a bit more depressing with the revelation that the world is on the verge of ending; where has all the lovely joy from earlier gone? This new happy Panic has become the old emo-tastic Panic! it would seem.
Into a place, where thoughts can bloom
Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon
And we know that it could be
And we know that it should
And you know that you feel it, too
They are now going into a place where they can think (though there is little in the way of specifics regarding this, and really everyone has places where they think. My best place to think is probably when I’m walking around a nice green area, somewhere like Bute Park in Cardiff – though the very existence of this apparently green city’s only significant area of green land is currently under threat. Bloody welsh…). Then it would seem that Mr. Urine has made a major mistake; he is of the belief that 9 is in the Afternoon, and not in the evening. Clearly there are major flaws with this statement, I mean if he’d said 6 in the afternoon I could forgive him (even though it really isn’t, for me 6 is all about early evening – 5 is pushing it afternoon-wise though I do feel it qualifies) but 9 just doesn’t work in the slightest. Perhaps this song was written in the aftermath of the brutal (and really not in the slightest bit justifiable, nah, really not) bottling he received at Reading Festival 2006, for it does seem as though something’s hit him on the head.
'Cause it's nine in the afternoon and Your eyes are the size of the moon You could 'cause you can so you do We're feeling so good Just the way that we do When it's nine in the Afternoon
The interesting statements continue with Brendan talking some more about his chronological information deficiencies; then making quite a harsh statement by saying that the subject has eyes that resemble a lunar satellite. Whilst this replication is only in size, the moon is still fairly large – certainly larger than the average human eyeball, not to mention all the other (slightly more obvious) differences – but again, we’ll give him that one. He’s young, he’s emo (Panic are pigeonholed for life in my eyes) but hey – he is allegedly happy, well, feeling good anyway (whether this is true or just sarcastic hyperbole remains to be seen).
Back to the street Down to our feet Losing the feeling of feeling unique Do you know what I mean? Back to the place Where we used to say Man it feels good to feel this way Now I know what I mean
Back to the street it is then, and it would appear that Brendan – in addition to all of this utter nonsense – wants to get himself some street cred back. He wants to get down to earth, to get back with the kids and to regain some sense of identity again – something which apparently you can only do by doing what David Cameron does and become a street king. He wants to get back to a time when he felt good – so perhaps Panic should become Panic! again, because obviously at that time they had everything going for them? What have they even achieved by dropping a fucking punctuation mark? Ooh look at us, we’re so effing hardcore and we are going to become your new favourite band – kids, our band could so be your life! Because we are slightly more grammatically correct than we were before and less sensationalist. The ones who go to listen to Hadouken! and Los Campesinos! are obviously just only in it for the punctuation, and we don’t want that ilk purchasing our records.
Nine in the bloody afternoon. Fucks sake…
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