The Pantaloon

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The Pantaloon
Song by Twenty One Pilots from the album Twenty One Pilots
ЗаписаноJune — November 2009
ВыпущеноDecember 29, 2009
ФорматDigital
Длительность3:33
Сигнатура4/4
Темп99
ГаммаF major
Дебютное выступление13 May 2010
Последнее выступление25 June 2017
Количество выступлений148
WriterTyler Joseph
ProducerTyler Joseph, Chris Salih
ЛейблSelf-released
Стримминг / Покупка
Twenty One Pilots track listing
  1. Implicit Demand For Proof
  2. Fall Away
  3. The Pantaloon
  4. Addict With A Pen
  5. Friend, Please
  6. March To The Sea
  7. Johnny Boy
  8. Oh, Ms. Believer
  9. Air Catcher
  10. Trapdoor
  11. A Car, A Torch, A Death
  12. Taxi Cab
  13. Before You Start Your Day
  14. Isle Of Flightless Birds

The Pantaloon is the third song on the album Twenty One Pilots by Twenty One Pilots.

Versions

Title Releas Length Recorded Released Notes
The Pantaloon Twenty One Pilots 3:33 Second half
of 2009
29 Dec 2009

Background

A «Pantaloon» is a foolish pantomime character. The lyrics suggest that time will make fools out of us all. The protagonist watches his grandfather’s mind deteriorate followed by his father’s. As he grows older, he begins to follow in his elder’s footsteps despite his attempts to do the opposite, losing his mind just as they did.

The Pantaloon could suggest a personification of a disease like dementia.


Lyrics

Album version
[Verse 1]

Your grandpa died when you were nine

They said he had lost his mind

You have learned way too soon

You should never trust the Pantaloon


[Verse 2]

Now it's your turn to be alone

Find a wife and build yourself a home

You have learned way too soon

That your dad is now the Pantaloon


[Chorus]

You are tired, you are hurt

A moth ate through your favorite shirt

And all your friends fertilize the ground you walk

Lose your mind


[Bridge]

He's seen too many stare downs

Between the sun and the moon

In the morning air, how

He used to hustle all the people

Walking through the fairgrounds

He's been around so long

He's changed his meaning of a chair now

Because a chair now

Is like a tiny island in the sea of all the people

Who glide across the very surface

That made his bones feeble

The end can't come soon enough

But is it too soon?

Either way he can't deny

He is a Pantaloon


[Chorus]

You are tired, you are hurt

A moth ate through your favorite shirt

And all your friends fertilize the ground you walk

Lose your mind


[Verse 3]

You like to sleep alone

It's colder than you know

'Cause your skin is so

Used to colder bones

It's warmer in the morning

Than what it is at night

Your bones are held together

By your nightmares and your frights


[Chorus]

You are tired, you are hurt

A moth ate through your favorite shirt

And all your friends, they fertilize the ground you walk

So lose your mind


You are tired, you are hurt

A moth ate through your favorite shirt

And all your friends, they fertilize the ground you walk

Lose your mind