Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Finale’ by Adam Pascal. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Adam Pascal or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Christmas bells are ringing
Christmas bells are ringing
Christmas bells are ringing
How time flies
When compassion dies
No stocking, no candy canes
No gingerbread, no safety net
No loose change, no change, no
Santa Claus is coming
‘Cause Santa Claus ain’t coming
No room at the Holiday Inn again
Well, maybe next year or when
December twenty-fourth, ten p.m.
Eastern standard time
I can’t believe a year went by so fast
Time to see, what we have time to see
Turn the projector on first shot Roger
With the Fender guitar he just got out of hock
When he sold the car
That took him away and back
I found my song
He found his song
If he could just find Mimi
I tried, you know I tried
Fade in on Mark
Who’s still in the dark
But he’s got great footage
Which he’s cut together
To screen tonight
In honor of Benny’s wife
Muffy, Alison
Pulling Benny out of the East Village location
Then again, maybe we won’t screen it tonight
I wonder how Alison found out about Mimi?
Maybe a little bird told her
Or an angel
I had a little hunch, you could use, a little ‘flow
Tutoring again? Negative
Back at NYU? No, no, no
I rewired the ATM at the food emporium
To provide an honorarium to anyone with the code
The code, well
A-N-G-E-L
Yet robin hooding isn’t the solution
The powers that be must be undermined
Where they dwell
In a small exclusive gourmet institution
Where we overcharge the wealthy clientele
Let’s open up a restaurant in Santa Fe (Santa Fe)
With a private corner banquette in the back
We’ll make it yet, we’ll somehow get to Santa Fe
But you’d miss New York before you could unpack (Santa Fe)
Mark, Roger, anyone? Help
Maureen?
It’s Mimi, I can’t get her up the stairs
No
She was huddled in the park in the dark
And she was freezing and begged to come here
Over here, oh, god
Got a light, I know you, you’re shivering
She’s been living on the street
We need some heat
I’m shivering
We can buy some wood and something to eat
I’m afraid she needs more than heat
I heard that
Collins will call for a doctor, honey
Don’t waste your money on Mimi, me, me
Hello, 911? I’m on hold
Cold, cold, would you light my candle
Yes, we’ll, oh God, find a candle
I should tell you
I should tell you
I should tell you
I should tell you
I should tell you
Benny wasn’t any
Shh, I know
I should tell you why I left
It wasn’t ’cause I didn’t
I know, I should tell you
I should tell you
I should tell you, I love you
Who do you think you are?
Leaving me alone with my guitar
Hold on there’s something you should here
It isn’t much but it took all year