My Top 1000 Songs #109: This Year
"I played video games in a drunken haze, I was 17 years young. Hurt my knuckles punching the machines, the taste of Scotch rich on my tongue. And then Cathy showed up and we hung out, trading swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean. Locking eyes, holding hands, twin high maintenance machines."
Each heart-wrenching verse is followed by a refrain both resigned and defiant: "I am going to make it through this year if it kills me." It ends on--maybe?--a hopeful note, promises of dancing and feasting in Jerusalem next year. And maybe that's what makes me return to such an emotional roller coaster ride over and over, that hint of freedom amidst the wreckage.Performing it with Stephen Colbert: