"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.
I stand alone, Burned every bridge over the troubled water,
No longer hiding from my personality disorder
A stronger tide is coming,
I've been running
trying to function fine
without my mind climbing out this fucking corner
I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals
A forgotten rebel craft in the absence of heaven's heavy hands
to develop an evident level of benevolence
so it's probably better I sold my soul to the devil.
This is a message to anyone I met that thinks they know me,
Don't pretend to understand none of the issues that I'm holding.
I was in a rush to grow up,
look Mom no cuts
Just a stomach of disgust,
and the fear that I might go nuts this year If I don't slow up I'll see you on my way
One day this shit'll kill me but I guess that it's OK
I've lost all faith in a world so full of hate
and I don't fucking love music I just use it to escape awake
I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face
and putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race
Everything takes its toll but there's no tolls I can take
I haven't yet found a good reason to be awake
Introducing the corroded bumps I hide behind my smile
I'm angry at the universe for the way she treats me now
And keeps me down,
stealing all my energy
I'm feeling like my enemy,
concealing my identity
Not dealing with my tendencies,
I peel the skin and then I squeeze
The real imprinted Hanse Disease not human in this century,
I'm kneeling to the entity
Who built this penitentiary,
as filthy as a centipede
And guiltless in a sense cause he
was willing to just let me bleed,
While I wore a game face
In 10 years don't check for me I'll be in the same place
This planet's just an over-populated mental hospital
Each zombie walk around constitutes another obstacle
So here it is I'm finally coming out my shell
All 19 years of my life have been in conflict with myself
I'm insecure by every facet of my existence
From my addictions,
to the condition I choose to live in
Who you kidding?
I suffer from excess anxiety
A product of pollution in American society
Stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind
and I no longer have an ego I can hide behind
but I've been trying disregarding my insanity
Every form of art isolates it from humanity
But it's revolted against being force fed so Fuck education for a decade and 3 years of headaches from my peers Cause now I realize I could have learned more on my own
They taught me how to know everything except my soul
Which is everything I need to grow Everything that keeps me whole Everything that ever meant anything to Eyedea So
I leap with golden hopes to rip the leash that holds my focus
but the fact remains the same,
I'm still bound by chains
It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft
The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains
Some people say I've changed, and it's harder to relate to me
Good, I never liked you
our friendship was make believe
I'm peeling the mask back and revealing the wrath that's been
Filling my organs drilling short distorted portions of morbid masochistic torture that unfortunately crafted an interest to orbit my portrait and inflict my image with disorder The minutes get shorter,
the walls start to close in Feels like the brain is hanging on by one clothes pin I've hidden in the darkness for too long I make it look all right but on the inside it's all wrong
I want life to change but I don't know if it can
for a man or machine or whatever the fuck I am
I stand alone burned every bridge over the troubled water No longer hiding from my personality disorder You want to die in my life? then come and stay in madness' favorite little corner
Cause even shadows have shadows
and my secrets are eating me eagerly feeding
to scream my dreams away but they keep on defeating me
Even Shadows have Shadows Welcome to the dusty subconscious of an actor Who murdered his childhood to stop the audience's laughter
Even Shadows have Shadows How am I to break free from my fears
When I don't like what I see and I can't feel what I hear
Even Shadows have Shadows So don't judge my book by it's cover
Cause my story's just fucked up as any other.
No longer hiding from my personality disorder
A stronger tide is coming,
I've been running
trying to function fine
without my mind climbing out this fucking corner
I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals
A forgotten rebel craft in the absence of heaven's heavy hands
to develop an evident level of benevolence
so it's probably better I sold my soul to the devil.
This is a message to anyone I met that thinks they know me,
Don't pretend to understand none of the issues that I'm holding.
I was in a rush to grow up,
look Mom no cuts
Just a stomach of disgust,
and the fear that I might go nuts this year If I don't slow up I'll see you on my way
One day this shit'll kill me but I guess that it's OK
I've lost all faith in a world so full of hate
and I don't fucking love music I just use it to escape awake
I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face
and putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race
Everything takes its toll but there's no tolls I can take
I haven't yet found a good reason to be awake
Introducing the corroded bumps I hide behind my smile
I'm angry at the universe for the way she treats me now
And keeps me down,
stealing all my energy
I'm feeling like my enemy,
concealing my identity
Not dealing with my tendencies,
I peel the skin and then I squeeze
The real imprinted Hanse Disease not human in this century,
I'm kneeling to the entity
Who built this penitentiary,
as filthy as a centipede
And guiltless in a sense cause he
was willing to just let me bleed,
While I wore a game face
In 10 years don't check for me I'll be in the same place
This planet's just an over-populated mental hospital
Each zombie walk around constitutes another obstacle
So here it is I'm finally coming out my shell
All 19 years of my life have been in conflict with myself
I'm insecure by every facet of my existence
From my addictions,
to the condition I choose to live in
Who you kidding?
I suffer from excess anxiety
A product of pollution in American society
Stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind
and I no longer have an ego I can hide behind
but I've been trying disregarding my insanity
Every form of art isolates it from humanity
But it's revolted against being force fed so Fuck education for a decade and 3 years of headaches from my peers Cause now I realize I could have learned more on my own
They taught me how to know everything except my soul
Which is everything I need to grow Everything that keeps me whole Everything that ever meant anything to Eyedea So
I leap with golden hopes to rip the leash that holds my focus
but the fact remains the same,
I'm still bound by chains
It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft
The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains
Some people say I've changed, and it's harder to relate to me
Good, I never liked you
our friendship was make believe
I'm peeling the mask back and revealing the wrath that's been
Filling my organs drilling short distorted portions of morbid masochistic torture that unfortunately crafted an interest to orbit my portrait and inflict my image with disorder The minutes get shorter,
the walls start to close in Feels like the brain is hanging on by one clothes pin I've hidden in the darkness for too long I make it look all right but on the inside it's all wrong
I want life to change but I don't know if it can
for a man or machine or whatever the fuck I am
I stand alone burned every bridge over the troubled water No longer hiding from my personality disorder You want to die in my life? then come and stay in madness' favorite little corner
Cause even shadows have shadows
and my secrets are eating me eagerly feeding
to scream my dreams away but they keep on defeating me
Even Shadows have Shadows Welcome to the dusty subconscious of an actor Who murdered his childhood to stop the audience's laughter
Even Shadows have Shadows How am I to break free from my fears
When I don't like what I see and I can't feel what I hear
Even Shadows have Shadows So don't judge my book by it's cover
Cause my story's just fucked up as any other.
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Amazing!
eyedea is absolutely brilliant and i think he shows it here more than anything. i would chop off my left testicle for that kind of talent. he has an amazing mind.
agreed. eyedea is the most poetic hip-hop artist we've had in years, possibly ever.
RIP Eyedea... you are missed
It almost makes me sad that more people didn't know Eyedea before he passed away. Because I had follow this cat for about 10 years before he died. I remember all his old battle stuff, him winning HBO s blaze battles, the "First Born" CD dropping, etc. Eyedea was so underrated it made me angry sometimes. R.I.P. Mike
this song puzzles me me as i hope it does to you. The sole fact he wrote this at age 19 blows my mind,me andmy brother look up to michael larsons music,but have seemed to study his music as if their was a underlying tone to his music ,which their most definitly is..even though his messages are very blatant not at all suttle in my opinion although they are expressed in many layers.i love all music metallica johnny cash atosphere pantera led zepplin even necro but what eyedea talks about almost is asuicide note, and if you know anything about him it rings very eerie,i have bin,and i am in currently a deep depression this son explains everything i cant find words for ......i think its on his outlook on how the average person cant understand his dispair,its about his outlook on the world he wasborn into and everything thats wron with it and himself,i think he will always be one of the most underated artists of this time his spoken words of this song gives me shivers,its very hard hitting
this is one of if not THE greatest rap song of all time in my opinion...
"i've lost all faith in a world so full of hate and i don't fucking love music, i just use it to escape"
"stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind and i no longer have an ego i can hide behind"
some of the best lines i've ever heard