"Fast car" is kind of a continuation of Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run." It has all the clawing your way to a better life, but in this case the protagonist never makes it with her love; in fact she is dragged back down by him.
There is still an amazing amount of hope and will in the lyrics; and the lyrics themselve rank and easy five. If only music was stronger it would be one of those great radio songs that you hear once a week 20 years after it was released. The imagery is almost tear-jerking ("City lights lay out before us", "Speeds so fast felt like I was drunk"), and the idea of starting from nothing and just driving and working and denigrating yourself for a chance at being just above poverty, then losing in the end is just painful and inspiring at the same time.
Oh I feel it, I feel it, I feel so low
Reaction sees itself in burning blazing gold
Wooden in the collars on the borders where the boyfriends all sink low
And all my hands can do
Is fold themselves in the valleys
In the corners in the ceilings over you
Oh in the kitchen, in the kitchen where my Beatrice spreads her glow
Reaction sets itself to ding when I run home
Oh where's the keeper, where's the keeper of the full-time, daytime sleeper?
And all my hands arrest
Their frozen song their claw their paw upon my blessed breast
So cry and whine
While guest speakers sink into brine
And I'm a send-up of a hollowed tradition true
So honor thy friends, they are just bends
In the slapstick tradition their loyalty bends
Under the shadow of a hollowed empire's tomb
Oh I feel it, I feel it, I feel so low
Reaction sees itself in burning blazing gold
Wooden in the collars on the borders where the boyfriends all sink low
And all my hands can do
Is fold themselves in the valleys
In the corners in the ceilings over you
Oh in the kitchen, in the kitchen where my Beatrice spreads her glow
Reaction sets itself to ding when I run home
Oh where's the keeper, where's the keeper of the full-time, daytime sleeper?
And all my hands arrest
Their frozen song, their claw, their paw upon my blessed breast
So cry and whine
Whilst guest speakers sink into brine
Well I'm a send-up of a hollowed tradition true
So honor thy friends, they are just bends
In the slapstick tradition their loyalty bends
Under the shadow of a hollowed empire's tomb
Oh, eat your Russian berries
Eat them in the monastery
And it's all I can do
Oh, eat your Russian berries
Eat them in the monastery
And it's all that I can do
Until it's all that can I do
You better hold tight because even cancer needs a home
You better hold tight because even cancer needs a home
You better hold tight because even cancer needs a home
You better hold tight because even cancer needs a home
Reaction sees itself in burning blazing gold
Wooden in the collars on the borders where the boyfriends all sink low
And all my hands can do
Is fold themselves in the valleys
In the corners in the ceilings over you
Oh in the kitchen, in the kitchen where my Beatrice spreads her glow
Reaction sets itself to ding when I run home
Oh where's the keeper, where's the keeper of the full-time, daytime sleeper?
And all my hands arrest
Their frozen song their claw their paw upon my blessed breast
So cry and whine
While guest speakers sink into brine
And I'm a send-up of a hollowed tradition true
So honor thy friends, they are just bends
In the slapstick tradition their loyalty bends
Under the shadow of a hollowed empire's tomb
Oh I feel it, I feel it, I feel so low
Reaction sees itself in burning blazing gold
Wooden in the collars on the borders where the boyfriends all sink low
And all my hands can do
Is fold themselves in the valleys
In the corners in the ceilings over you
Oh in the kitchen, in the kitchen where my Beatrice spreads her glow
Reaction sets itself to ding when I run home
Oh where's the keeper, where's the keeper of the full-time, daytime sleeper?
And all my hands arrest
Their frozen song, their claw, their paw upon my blessed breast
So cry and whine
Whilst guest speakers sink into brine
Well I'm a send-up of a hollowed tradition true
So honor thy friends, they are just bends
In the slapstick tradition their loyalty bends
Under the shadow of a hollowed empire's tomb
Oh, eat your Russian berries
Eat them in the monastery
And it's all I can do
Oh, eat your Russian berries
Eat them in the monastery
And it's all that I can do
Until it's all that can I do
You better hold tight because even cancer needs a home
You better hold tight because even cancer needs a home
You better hold tight because even cancer needs a home
You better hold tight because even cancer needs a home
Lyrics submitted by scarybears
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Great version of a great song,
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I think it's "full-time daytime sleeper"
and
"blessed breast"
Yeah, it's certinally "blessed breast" -- "blessed bus" makes no sense
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Agreed with oxycontin, they do sound like a mix of the two. Maybe with a hint of Destroyer in there.
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