Celebration
The Young Fresh Fellows Lyrics
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That I would spend my final day
But if it's true what the psychics say
It's going to be a celebration
No more depression no more work
No TV reports of a crumbling earth
A wooden box and a hole in the dirt
Hey throw your hat in the air
All of your friends will soon be there
The wicked, the brave and the dumb
Now equal, safe and numb
You may scream and you may cry
When final fate looks you in the eye
There's no reprieve so why even try
It's going to be a celebration
The Young Fresh Fellows's song "Celebration" is a song that deals with the inevitability of death. The lyrics suggest that we should embrace our final day on earth because it will be a celebration, a relief from the burdens and struggles of life. The songwriter describes how the end of our lives is an equalizer; all people, whether wicked, brave, or dumb, will face the same fate. The song appears to be somewhat sarcastic, almost as if the writer is making a joke of the idea of death being a celebration.
The chorus of the song, "Hey throw your hat in the air, all of your friends will soon be there," suggests that there might be some truth or comfort in the idea of death, that we will be reunited with our friends and loved ones who have already passed away. The line "There's no reprieve, so why even try" suggests that we should not worry about the future or our mortality because it is inevitable, and there is nothing we can do to stop it.
The song is a powerful reminder to appreciate life while we can and not to take it for granted. It encourages us to live fully in the present moment and to find the joy in the time that we have. However, it also reminds us that death is a natural part of life and we should not fear it, as it will be a celebration in the end.
Line by Line Meaning
I never cared to kow the way
I never bothered to think about the way
That I would spend my final day
The way I'll spend my last day on earth
But if it's true what the psychics say
If what the psychics predict is true
It's going to be a celebration
It'll be a reason to celebrate
No more depression no more work
No more sadness, no more working
No TV reports of a crumbling earth
No news stories about a world on the brink of collapse
A wooden box and a hole in the dirt
A coffin and a grave
That's going to be a celebration
That's what will be celebrated
Hey throw your hat in the air
Hey, toss your hat up high
All of your friends will soon be there
Your friends will be there soon
The wicked, the brave and the dumb
The immoral, the courageous and the foolish
Now equal, safe and numb
Now the same, secure and without feeling
You may scream and you may cry
You may yell and you may weep
When final fate looks you in the eye
When your ultimate destiny confronts you
There's no reprieve so why even try
There's no escape, so why attempt it?
It's going to be a celebration
It'll be cause for celebration
Contributed by Lucy L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.