“Merry Christmas Emily” is a righteous rocker about an almost true love. Cracker beweeps the sad sack’s outcast fate missing out on that 23-year-old under the dead palm tree.
I am 23, she’s 22, observes Eisel in the twang-garage tune “A Goth Girl Christmas.” Sadly he’s BLUE ALERT broke, so this song could be enough (if he’d practice enough).
Megan & Liz are Feeling like a kid when I’m 23 on Christmas Eve; but their sickly sweet pop (country) “Thank God for December” is all millennial and out of breath over such surprising FEELINGS about old beaux, baby albums, and Christ.
At 23, the wisher of Pathseeker (feat. Nick Yung)’s “Wishlist” wants FAME–including the codeine and Kool-Aid, and the untimely end. A true rocker of indecipherable intent. BLUE ALERT, of course.
Gerald LaVert has the R+B blues. See, he had a fight with his baby on the 21st. Now it’s the 23rd, the day before Christmas Eve See, she called me on the phone at six She won’t be seeing me. Crooning and swooning, howling and growling, he tries to wrap his head around “Christmas Without My Girl.” Guess he’ll have Christmas without my dignity.
Trauma Cat also outlines the epiphany at the age of 23, but it rocks out the disbelief of “There’s No Such Thing (A Holiday Song).” Slightly blue, but all in on growing out of childish notions. Still, a blast.