Year in Review
Todd Farrell Jr. Lyrics
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Probably has the poorest memory
Well my conscience is fading
And I can't remember which memories I see
There's this burning sensation
Where my memory and conscience don't agree
Well, that fire isn't dying
And it's slowly burning me
It's been a long, hard year
But we made it through
And with choking words and Christmas lights
We'll sing these songs into the night
Here's to the new
Cheers to the new
And I'm past the age
If being disappointed she didn't make it to the party
And it's not the call that gets me
It's just the rate at which I write these songs is alarming
I guess I'd just rather stay up drinking with my friends
Long after all the girls have gone home
And spend my mornings
Trying to figure out where I left my coat
It's been a long hard year
But we've made it through
And with choking words and Christmas lights
We'll sing these songs into the night
Here's to the new
Cheers to the new
It's been a long, hard year
But we've made it through
It's been a long hard year
But we've made it through
And with choking words and Christmas lights
We'll sing these songs into the night
Here's to the new
Cheers to the new
In Todd Farrell's "Year in Review," the lyrics explore the complexities of memory and conscience, and reflect on the passage of time and the challenges faced throughout the year. The opening lines suggest that a clear conscience is often associated with a poor memory. The singer's conscience is fading, and they struggle to distinguish between their memories and their moral compass. This conflict is described as a burning sensation, highlighting the discomfort caused by the divergence between memory and conscience. The fire representing this conflict is relentless and slowly burning the singer.
The second verse depicts a sense of resignation and reflection on the passing of time. The singer mentions being past the age of being disappointed when someone doesn't attend a party, implying a weariness with certain disappointments that come with age. It's not the disappointment itself that affects them, but rather the realization of how rapidly they write songs, suggesting a heightened awareness of time slipping away. The singer expresses a preference for staying up drinking with friends, even when others have left, and the mornings spent searching for their misplaced coat, emphasizing a desire for connection and camaraderie over superficial concerns.
Overall, the lyrics capture the bittersweet and introspective nature of the passing year, acknowledging the difficulties faced but also celebrating the resilience and the hope for the future. The chorus, with its repetition of "It's been a long, hard year, but we've made it through," reinforces the idea of overcoming challenges and finding solace in music and companionship during this time.
Line by Line Meaning
They say the man with the clearest conscience
According to popular belief, a person who feels guilt-free and morally upright
Probably has the poorest memory
Likely has a tendency to forget important things
Well my conscience is fading
But my sense of guilt is diminishing
And I can't remember which memories I see
And I struggle to recall which specific memories I have
There's this burning sensation
There's an intense feeling
Where my memory and conscience don't agree
Where my recollection and guilt conflict
Well, that fire isn't dying
That intense feeling isn't subsiding
And it's slowly burning me
And it's gradually wearing me down
It's been a long, hard year
The past year has been challenging and difficult
But we made it through
But we managed to endure and overcome
And with choking words and Christmas lights
Amidst emotional words and festive decorations
We'll sing these songs into the night
We will passionately sing these songs throughout the night
Here's to the new
Here's to new beginnings and opportunities
Cheers to the new
A celebratory toast to the upcoming time
And I'm past the age
And I have reached the point in life
If being disappointed she didn't make it to the party
Of no longer feeling let down by her absence at the gathering
And it's not the call that gets me
And it's not receiving the phone call that upsets me
It's just the rate at which I write these songs is alarming
It's simply concerning how quickly I write these songs
I guess I'd just rather stay up drinking with my friends
I suppose I prefer staying awake, drinking alcohol, in the company of my friends
Long after all the girls have gone home
Long after all the female companions have departed
And spend my mornings
And dedicate my mornings
Trying to figure out where I left my coat
Attempting to recall where I misplaced my coat
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