humpvee:

fun. | Call Me Maybe (cover)

#WHY DO OTHER BANDS EVEN EXIST WHEN FUN. IS AROUND.

(Source: sherrice)

rosetylerrox:

Cab - Lovesick Fool

Who put that rock in your chest, won’t you tell me?

If I said I wished you the best I was lying.

thefrictionyouneed:

Kitsy’s Plaine Playlist
Bounce - The Cab

The lips that slip Are the lips that press
And the lips that leak Seem to know you best
I put bodies in motion Keep this skin out in the open
Liars turn me on
Bedspread Bandit since ‘89 You wear your heart on your sleeve
I threw mine to the sky
Bounce, Bounce, Baby, Bounce back to me
You don’t need this Bounce, Bounce, Baby, Bounce back to me
This is it, call it quits with honesty You don’t need him
Every word is a curse let loose on me
Your mouth, it moves but fails to speak
And when you use your lips they better be on me
The lies that tied Your tongue in knots
Are the words that grew To hit my spots
So filthy, dialed desire
Swallowed pride but spit out fire
Liars turn me on

in-a-galaxy-far-away:

The Cab Day: 29 Day Challenge

1. The first The Cab song you ever heard: One of Those Nights

(Source: mhorta33)

alexxdaii:

Is there a heart inside the night 
I can feel its vital signs 
The beat goes dry, and the spirit dies 
Ohhhhh 

I wanna dig this Tinseltown ‘til its six feet underground 
It’s safe to say, that timing is everything (everything) 

I wanna be free, I wanna be loved, I wanna be more than you’re thinking of 
Everything seems to be estranged when you’re alone 

Played our parts and covered ground 
Drowned our sorrows laid em’ down 
My memory is keeping the effigy 

I wanna be free, I wanna be loved, I wanna be more than you’re thinking of 
Everything seems to be estranged when you’re alone 

One day I’ll stop keeping track and give myself time to react 
One day, one day 

I wanna be free, I wanna be loved, I wanna be more than you’re thinking of 
Everything seems to be estranged when you’re alone 
Wanna be free, wanna be loved, wanna be more than you’re thinking of 
Everything seems to be estranged when you’re alone 
Ohhhhh yeah!

panicatthediscosongs:

Stall Me

Fall to your knees and kiss the ring,
The crowd’s rejoicing.
All of my dreams wake up to despise
A world I once loved.

Why would you bring me in
If you knew what you’d become?
So curse everyone and everything,
Even the sun.

Stall me, stall me, I’m all in.
Stall me, call me up, or break me in.
A dark room and the wallflower garden of the party.
She’s got four on the floor,
She’s waiting to kick-start me.
So just stall me!

I had a rosy dream,
You gave up on you,
And I gave up on me.
Well, love came along and said,
“Leave them be.”
We were wrecked on every rocky tasted.
Light a cork, my pretty little angel.
I’m singing to empty bottles everywhere, everywhere.

Stall me, stall me, I’m all in.
Stall me, call me up, or break me in.
A dark room and the wallflower garden of the party.
She’s got four on the floor,
She’s waiting to kick-start me.
So just stall me!

She counts on stars, astrology.
My moods are mercurial.
But I know Mercury.
Don’t hold your breath.
Baptized in the river of you.
Hold on death, the moon,
The stars, a sliver of you.

Stall me, stall me I’m all in.
Stall me, call me up, or break me in.
A dark room and the wallflower garden of the party.
(Fall to your knees)
Stall me, stall me, I’m all in.
Stall me, call me off, or break me in.
A dark room and the wallflower garden of the party.
(Fall to your knees)
She’s got four on the floor,
She’s waiting to kick-start me.
She said she’s got more
Where that came from to spark me,
So just stall me!

panicatthediscosongs:

Panic! At the Disco

Skid Row (Cover)

Little Shop Of Horrors 

Lyrics:

[BRENDON]
Alarm goes off at seven 
And you start uptown
You put in your eight hours 
For the powers that have always been
Till it’s five P.M

[VOICE]
Then You go

[DALLON]
Downtown 
Where the folks are broke
You go Downtown 
Where your life’s a joke
You go Downtown 
When you buy your token, you go
Home to Skid Row

[ALL]
(Home to Skid Row)

[VOICE]
Yes, you go

[DALLON]
Downtown
Where the cabs don’t stop
Downtown
Where the food is slop
Downtown
Where the hop-heads flop in the snow
Down on Skid Row

Oh, Uptown you cater to a million jerks
Uptown you’re messengers and mailroom clerks
Eating all your lunches at the hot dog carts
The bosses take your money and they break your hearts

Uptown you cater to a million whores
You disinfect terrazzo on their bathroom floors
The jobs are really menial you make no bread 
And then at five-o’clock you head… 
…By subway

[BRENDON + DALLON]
Downtown 

[BRENDON]
Where the guys are drips 

[IAN + DALLON]
Downtown 

[BRENDON]
Where they rip your slips

[IAN + DALLON]
Downtown 

[BRENDON]
Where relationships are no go 
Down on Skid Row 

[DALLON]
Down on Skid Row

[BRENDON]
Down on Skid Row

[DALLON]
Down on Skid Row

[IAN]
Down on Skid

[ALL]
Down on Skid Row
Down on Skid Row!

[IAN]
Poor, all my life I’ve always been poor 
I keep askin’ God what I’m for
And he tells me, “Gee, I’m not sure” 
“Sweep that floor, kid!” 
Oh! I started life as an orphan, 
A child of the street, down here on Skid Row! 
He took me in, gave me shelter 
A bed, crust of bread and a job
He treats me like dirt, calls me a slob, 
Which I am… 
So I live 

[ALL]
Downtown 

[IAN]
That’s your home address, you live 

[ALL]
Downtown 

[IAN]
When your life’s a mess, you live 

[ALL]
Downtown 

[IAN]
Where depression’s just status quo

[ALL]
Down on Skid Row

[DALLON]
Someone show me a way to get outta here 
‘Cause I constantly pray I’ll get outta here 
Please won’t somebody say I’ll get outta here
Someone gimmie my shot, or I’ll rot here! 

[ALL + DALLON]
(Downtown) 
(There’s no rules for us) Show me how and I will, I’ll get outta here 
(Downtown) 
(‘Cause it’s dangerous) I’ll start climbin’ up hill and get outta here 
(Downtown) 
(Where there rainbow just doesn’t show) Someone tell me I still could get outta here 
Someone tell lady luck that I’m stuck here! 

[DALLON]
Gee it sure would be swell to get outta here
Bid the gutter farewell and get outta here
I’d move heaven and hell to get outta Skid 
I’d do I don’t know what to get outta Skid 

[IAN + BRENDON]
(Downtown)

[DALLON]
But a hell of a lot to get outta Skid 

[IAN + BRENDON]
(Downtown)

[DALLON]
People tell me there’s not a way outta Skid 

[IAN + BRENDON]
(Downtown)

[DALLON]
But believe me I gotta get outta Skid 

[ALL]
Row!

meadowsinthesky:

Panic At The Disco - Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks

“The hospice is
A relaxing weekend getaway
Where you’re a cut above all the rest
Sick and sad patients
On first name basis with all the top physicians”

(Source: meadowsinthesky)

wewontneedlegs:

Camisado // Panic! At the Disco

Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse…

“Goodnight Socialite” - The Brobecks

(Source: lavanitedemusique)