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1) The Weekend
From humble beginnings in the summer of 1995 when two young girls from London, Canada, Andrea Wasse (vox/guitar) and Lorien Jones (vox/bass) found kindred spirit Lincoln Cushman (keyboards) wandering the streets, The Weekend’s reason for existence has been to rock the tired masses. The Weekend's self-titled debut full-length record, produced by Andy Magoffin at the House of Miracles, contained ten sensational gems that did just that. The Weekend’s fresh-faced approach, infectious vocal harmonies, sweet keyboards, crunchy guitar and heartstring tugging lyrics have become a beacon of rock hope in this era of bland music saturation.
“The Weekend” spent 16 weeks in the Top Ten radio charts for Campus Radio nationwide which led them to opening for such notable acts as Green Day, Matthew Good Band, Big Sugar, 54:40 and Default. Their music has been featured on television in episodes of “Family Law,” Mary-Kate & Ashley Olson's “So Little Time”, and the CBC series “Our Hero.” The Weekend’s pop rock candy floss flavored sound has made them one of the most popular independent bands in the country, being featured on CBC Radio's “Just Concerts” along with radio and websites around the world. In 2001, MGM Distribution released their debut album domestically in Australia, and there are plans to tour “down under” this fall.
2) The Weekend is also the name of the now defunct duo consisting of Abel Tesfaye (now The Weeknd) and Jeremy Rose.
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The Weekend Lyrics
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And I just sit there
I believe that you like looking like a Ramone
And I would rather kiss a Beach Boy
And feel the sun burn up my nose
I'll give you all of my black clothes
Just light your smoke and watch me go
Come come come again?
What was that you said?
Listen carefully
And maybe then you'll see
That this time, this time, next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, this time, next year, next year
I won't be here
'Cause I'm so sick of dreary winters
And mornings spent in subway stations
Going to a job I hate
More and more with every day
I want the lifestyle of the rich and famous
While you prefer to remain nameless
But that's you, hey, and this is me
I'm gonna live the fantasy
Come come come again?
What was that you said?
Listen carefully
And maybe then you ll see
That this time, this time, next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, this time, next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, next year, I won't, be here
You say you like New York better than L.A.
And I just sit there
I believe that you like looking like a Ramone
When I would rather kiss a Beach Boy
Come come come again?
What was that you said?
Listen carefully
And maybe then you'll see
Come come come again?
What was that you said?
Listen carefully
And maybe then you'll see
That this time, this time, next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, this time, next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, next year, I won't, be here
This time, this time, next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, this time, next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, next year, I won't, be here
Come come come again?
What was that you said?
Listen carefully
And maybe then you'll see...
In this song, The Weekend sings about a love interest who prefers New York over LA, while he would rather be in the sun and sand of California. The contrast between the two locations is used to symbolize a larger divide between the two individuals in the relationship. The Weekend longs for a more carefree and relaxed lifestyle, while his counterpart seems to be content with the fast-paced, artistic culture of New York. However, in the end, he recognizes that he will not be able to continue living this way and declares that he won't be there next year.
The song also touches on the theme of pursuing a dream and being unsatisfied with the current state of life. He hints at his dissatisfaction with his job and the mundane routine of his days. He desires the lavish lifestyle of the rich and famous but recognizes that it comes at a cost. The tense atmosphere created by the lyrics and the instrumental in the background reflects the turmoil within the Weekend's mind, making it an emotional and reflective song.
Line by Line Meaning
You say you like New York better than L.A.
You claim that New York is a superior city compared to Los Angeles
And I just sit there
I am non-reactive to your statement
I believe that you like looking like a Ramone
I think that you enjoy having a similar look to members of the band The Ramones
And I would rather kiss a Beach Boy
I would prefer to be with someone who embodies a similar aesthetic to the band The Beach Boys
Feel the sand beneath my toes
Experience the physical sensation of sand underfoot
And feel the sun burn up my nose
Feel the warmth of the sun on my skin and face
I'll give you all of my black clothes
I will gift you all of my dark-colored clothing
Just light your smoke and watch me go
Just smoke your cigarette and observe me leave
Come come come again?
Could you repeat what you just said?
What was that you said?
Can you repeat what you just uttered?
Listen carefully
Please focus intently on what is being said
And maybe then you'll see
Perhaps only then will you understand
That this time, this time, next year, next year
At some point next year
I won't be here
I will not be in this place
'Cause I'm so sick of dreary winters
I am exhausted by lackluster winters
And mornings spent in subway stations
And early hours spent waiting in subterranean train stations
Going to a job I hate
Commuting to an occupation that I dislike
More and more with every day
Increasingly so with each passing day
I want the lifestyle of the rich and famous
I desire a lifestyle akin to that of public figures who are both wealthy and recognizable
While you prefer to remain nameless
Whereas you are content with anonymity
But that's you, hey, and this is me
However, one's outlook may differ from another's
I'm gonna live the fantasy
I will pursue and experience an idealized, imaginative reality
This time, next year, I won't, be here
In one year's time, I will be elsewhere
Contributed by Connor L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Leona Rose
LOVE THIS BAND!!! thanks man!