Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Happy New Year’ 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.
How long till next year?
Three and half minutes
I’m giving up my vices
I’m going back, back to school
Eviction or not
This week’s been so hot
That long as I’ve got you I know I’ll be cool
I couldn’t crack the love code, dear
‘Til you made the lock on my heart explode
It’s gonna be a happy new year
A happy new year
Coast is clear
You’re supposed to be working
That’s for midnight
Where are they?
There isn’t much time
Maybe they’re dressing
I mean what does one wear that’s apropos
For a party, that’s also a crime?
Chips, anyone?
You can take the girl out of Hicksville
But you can’t take the Hicksville out of the girl
My riot got you on TV
I deserve a royalty
Be nice you two
Or no god awful champagne
Don’t mind if I do
No luck?
Bolted plywood, padlocked with a chain
A total dead end
Just like my ex-girlfriend
Honey? I know you’re there
Please pick up the phone
Are you okay?
It’s not funny
It’s not fair
How can I atone?
Are you okay?
I lose control but I can learn to behave
Give me one more chance, let me be your slave
I’ll kiss your Doc Martens, let me kiss your Doc Martens
Your every wish I will obey
That might be okay
Down girl
Heel, stay
I did a bit of research
With my friends at legal aid
Technically, you’re squatters
There’s hope
But just in case
Rope
We can hoist a line
To the fire escape
And tie off at
That bench
I can’t take them as chums
Start hoisting wench
I think I should be laughing
Yet I forget, forget how to begin
I’m feeling something inside
And yet I still can’t decide
If I should hide or make a wide open grin
Last week I wanted just to disappear
My life was dust
But now it just may be a happy new year
A happy new year
Bond, James Bond
And Pussy Galore in person
Pussy, you came prepared
I was a boy scout once
And a brownie
Until some brat got scared
Aha! Moneypenny, my martini!
Will bad champagne do?
That’s shaken, not stirred
Pussy, the bolts
Just say the word
Two minutes left to execute our plan
Where’s everyone else?
Playing Spiderman
Ironic close up, tight
On the phone machine’s red light
Once the Boho boys are gone
The power mysteriously comes on