"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.
jaded eyes and stained glass windows.
martyred beliefs and empty lies.
monotony leaves only apathy.
fake emotions are as good as lies.
And the feelings that I get
when I walk through the door
are the kind that I abhor.
And the feelings that I show
are the feelings that you give.
a facade - the life you live.
It's a blue sunday, a blue sunday,
this is what have to say.
we sit in the same place
and do the same things.
back sunday when I talked to my best friend
thought those days would never end
now time cannot amend.
you haven't been since you were a kid
because everything has changed
and it's a blue sunday
empty feelings and ritual hearts
broken smiles and dreary souls.
left in a wake of weary songs
deadened men leave only deadened lives.
And the feelings that I get
when I walk through the door
are the kind that I abhor.
And the feelings that I show
are the feelings that you give.
a facade - the life you live.
it's all repetition, repressive repetition now
martyred beliefs and empty lies.
monotony leaves only apathy.
fake emotions are as good as lies.
And the feelings that I get
when I walk through the door
are the kind that I abhor.
And the feelings that I show
are the feelings that you give.
a facade - the life you live.
It's a blue sunday, a blue sunday,
this is what have to say.
we sit in the same place
and do the same things.
back sunday when I talked to my best friend
thought those days would never end
now time cannot amend.
you haven't been since you were a kid
because everything has changed
and it's a blue sunday
empty feelings and ritual hearts
broken smiles and dreary souls.
left in a wake of weary songs
deadened men leave only deadened lives.
And the feelings that I get
when I walk through the door
are the kind that I abhor.
And the feelings that I show
are the feelings that you give.
a facade - the life you live.
it's all repetition, repressive repetition now
Lyrics submitted by cant_take_this
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