Song Description
An uptempo modern rock tune that mixes the epic guitar & piano jangle of Coldplay & U2 with the burbling synths & pads of The Killers & the lyricism of The Flaming Lips.
| Song Length |
4:58 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern, Rock - New Wave |
| Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Jovial, Poignant |
Subject |
Party, Judgement |
| Similar Artists |
The Talking Heads, Midnight Oil |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The streamers sagged from rafter slats,
The comped champagne was mostly flat,
& a sense of doom hung over like a chad,
& I don't know what came over me
But I grabbed the girl closest to me
& we started conga-ing around like mad.
Bowties were lying on the floor,
She swapped her party hat out for
A bowl of fruit, she was my tropicana gal.
We moved our feet while on the way
She scanned the centerpiece bouquets
For wiretaps & tripped the light cabana, pal!
Yeah, that was a time,
Call it Auld Lang Syne,
& we party to some Nero's fiddling.
Yeah, that was a time,
Call it Auld Lang Syne,
& we sing loud like we're all forgiven
But we know we're not,
We know we're not.
The aisles became a Cuban street
As we kicked high to a mambo beat
& then suddenly a line formed on the right.
& we all danced like a drunken wreck
With some chick biting me on the neck
& I told her "Call me Desi for the night."
So take your partner by the wrist
Or grab a waist & squeeze a fit,
The first dawn's turning all the "Good Luck" banners white.
The owner was complaining 'bout
His liquor license had run out,
But no one cared when he swore he'd shut off the lights.
Yeah, that was a time,
Call it Auld Lang Syne,
& we party to some Nero's fiddling.
Yeah, that was a time,
Call it Auld Lang Syne,
& we sing loud like we're all forgiven.
But we took a drag of nihilism like kids with recess tokes,
Then took a bite of 9/11, the bitter taste still chokes.
It's life inside the ghost of Bush: the father, son & holy smoke
Of war where no one cares 'till it's too late to be unbroke.
The air gets thick with shared regret,
The grandkids that we never met
& smoke from downed planes mixes with the cigarettes.
We know tonight we'll go to bed
With the same ghosts above our heads
But at least for this moment there's nothing to fret.
Yeah, that was a time,
Call it Auld Lang Syne,
& we party to some Nero's fiddling.
Yeah, that was a time,
Call it Auld Lang Syne,
& we sing loud like we're all forgiven
But we know we're not.
Call it Auld Lang Syne,
& we party to some Nero's fiddling.
Yeah, that was a time,
Call it Auld Lang Syne,
& we sing loud like we're all forgiven
But we know we're not
We know we're not.