Panic

It was just an unforgettable moment for me, a little boy of nine, hanging-out with my older brother and his friends at the local YMCA. I was watching them turn red from those beers they consumed. Aghast as I was, I couldn't but relish that time. It was simply magical. And it was the early eighties. "This group, The Smiths will forever change my life." I said goodbye to boyhood and I need not wonder why...

Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
But Honey Pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humbershire
I wonder to myself

Burn down the disco!
Hang the blessed DJ!
Because the music that they constantly play
IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play


On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
Provincial towns you jog 'round
Hang the DJ!, Hang the DJ!, Hang the DJ!

- The Smiths

(lyrics c/o Google, what's life without it?)