Old Fashioned
Panic! at the Disco Lyrics
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We were swallowin' the nights like we had nine lives
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so
We were borderline kids with a book of disorders
Medicatin' every day to keep the straightness in order
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
It's the false side of hope where believers concede
And there's only memories when it's over
So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Remember your youth, in all that you do
The plank and the passion
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
Of your life
Once upon before, we were brilliant and bored
Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and then you pour
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
It's the false side of hope where believers concede
And there's only memories when it's over
So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Remember your youth, in all that you do
The plank and the passion
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
Of your life
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (now it looks like a wasteland)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (not the way that we remember)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (one more sip for the past)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (and always tip your bartenders)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy, get boozy, boozy, boozy
Get boozy, boozy, boozy. get boo-
So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Remember your youth, in all that you do
The plank and the passion
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
The song "Old Fashioned" by Panic! at the Disco reflects on the nostalgia of youth and the bittersweet feeling of growing older. The lyrics depict a time of thrill and invincibility, where the characters "swallow the nights like we had nine lives." However, they also highlight the struggles of mental illness and the desire for order and control through constant medication. The repeated phrase "dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone" emphasizes the mourning of the carefree days of youth. The chorus encourages the listener to reminisce and celebrate those times by making an old-fashioned drink, symbolizing the comfort and familiarity of the past.
The second verse reinforces that the past is gone and can only be remembered through memories. The line "it's the false side of hope where believers concede" implies the characters know their youth has passed and there is no going back. The repetition of "dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone" adds to the poignancy of this realization. The bridge encourages the listener to get "boozy" and celebrate the past while also acknowledging the present. The repetition of "get boozy, boozy, boozy" creates a sense of frenzy and euphoria, encouraging the listener to let go of inhibitions and indulge in nostalgia.
Overall, "Old Fashioned" paints a vivid picture of the longing for the past and the acceptance of growing older. Through imagery of drinking and medication, the lyrics capture the complex emotions that come with the passage of time.
Line by Line Meaning
Once upon a thrill, from a kiss to a swill
We used to have a thrill in life but have now resorted to drinking to get by.
We were swallowin' the nights like we had nine lives
We were living wild, like we had endless energy.
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
We have left our youth behind us a long time ago (despite still missing it).
We were borderline kids with a book of disorders
We were always on the edge, our mental health was fragile despite what is written about us.
Medicatin' every day to keep the straightness in order
We took medication every day to keep ourselves from falling apart.
It's the false side of hope where believers concede
We used to have hope but now see it as a lie that we have given up on.
And there's only memories when it's over
When it's all said and done, all we have left are memories.
So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Drink up and reflect on memories of the past.
Remember your youth, in all that you do
Let the memories of our youth guide us in our present.
The plank and the passion
Refers to the excitement and danger of youth.
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
Despite the hardships of life, our youth can never be beaten.
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (now it looks like a wasteland)
We used to have fun drinking together, but now it just looks sad.
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (not the way that we remember)
Drinking is not as fun as it used to be.
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (one more sip for the past)
Let's have one more drink to reminisce on the past.
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (and always tip your bartenders)
Let's not forget to appreciate those who serve us.
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
The times we spent drinking and being reckless were the best times of our lives.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Written by: Jacob Sinclair, Toby Wincorn, Brendon Urie, Samuel Hollander, Kenneth Harris
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Once upon a thrill, from a kiss to a swill
We were swallowin' the nights like we had nine lives
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so
We were borderline kids with a book of disorders
Medicatin' every day to keep the straightness in order
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
It's the false side of hope where believers concede
And there's only memories when it's over
So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Remember your youth, in all that you do
The plank and the passion
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
Of your life
Once upon before, we were brilliant and bored
Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and then you pour
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
It's the false side of hope where believers concede
And there's only memories when it's over
So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Remember your youth, in all that you do
The plank and the passion
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
Of your life
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (now it looks like a wasteland)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (not the way that we remember)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (one more sip for the past)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (and always tip your bartenders)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy, get boozy, boozy, boozy
Get boozy, boozy, boozy. get boo-
So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Remember your youth, in all that you do
The plank and the passion
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
@chey5087
I love the way he says
Once upon a thrill, from a kiss to a swill
We were swallowin' the nights like we had nine lives
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so
We were borderline kids with a book of disorders
Medicatin' every day to keep the straightness in order
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
It's the false side of hope where believers concede
And there's only memories when it's over
So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Remember your youth, in all that you do
The plank and the passion
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
Of your life
Once upon before, we were brilliant and bored
Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and then you pour
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
It's the false side of hope where believers concede
And there's only memories when it's over
So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Remember your youth, in all that you do
The plank and the passion
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
Of your life
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (now it looks like a wasteland)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (not the way that we remember)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (one more sip for the past)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (and always tip your bartenders)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy, get boozy, boozy, boozy
Get boozy, boozy, boozy. get boo-
So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Remember your youth, in all that you do
The plank and the passion
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
@LatifaLamya
[Verse 1]
Once upon a thrill, from a kiss to a swill
We were swallowin' the nights like we had nine lives
Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen so
We were borderline kids with a book of disorders
Medicatin' every day to keep the straightness in order
Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone
[Pre-Chorus]
It's the false side of hope where believers concede
And there's only memories when it's over
[Chorus]
So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Remember your youth, in all that you do
The plank and the passion
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
Of your life
[Verse 2]
Once upon before, we were brilliant and bored
Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and you pour
Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone
Pre-Chorus]
It's the false side of hope where believers concede
And there's only memories when it's over
[Chorus]
So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Remember your youth, in all that you do
The plank and the passion
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
Of your life
[Bridge]
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (now it looks like a wasteland)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (not the way that we remember)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (one more sip for the past)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (and always tip your bartenders)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy, Get boozy, boozy, boozy
Get boozy, boozy, boozy, Get boo-
[Chorus]
So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Remember your youth, in all that you do
The plank and the passion
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
@jessalynrose3310
THIS. REALLY. 🅱️UTTERS. MY. CROISSANT.
@itme3495
it bussy's my bop
@amshashmi
Quackson
@Junosque
🅱️o 🅱️t 🅱️utters 🅱️ine 🅱️enis
@dxmpsterfire
JessaLyn __ but does it butter your egg roll?
@louisa177
JessaLyn __ i had nutella on mine :P
@karlafuentes1566
This is like Vices & Virtues with a more modern twist
@crose_bloom8738
Karla Fuentes That's what I was saying!
@mongercute8376
I love V&V, and most songs on Pray for The Wicked
@aimizaini5427
Yesssss!