"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.
Despierto agitada
Y al no verte aquí
Me abrazo a la almohada
Me pregunto si merece la pena
Seguir esta farsa
Me pongo la bata
Voy hacia el salón
El vaso hasta el borde de puro licor
Que diga el alcohol lo que yo no me atrevo
Estoy mas que harta de verte llegar
Tirar la chaqueta
Y entrar a matar
Igual que un torero
Con agua en las venas
A veces un beso y si por azar o porque es verano
Quieres algo mas, me usas me dejas
Y dejas tirada
Igual que un pañuelo
Confesiones
De una mujer cansada
Confesiones
De un mujer cansada
Que importa si estoy deprimida o feliz
Si estoy satisfecha o cansada de ti
Acaso has pensado que soy como un mueble
Mil veces lo juro, harta de esperar
He estado dispuesta a dejarme llevar
Por uno cualquiera
Que me hablara al alma
En este momento y en este lugar
Aunque te haga daño diré la verdad, eres un pobre diablo
Y ya no te amo, ni nunca te he amado
Y al no verte aquí
Me abrazo a la almohada
Me pregunto si merece la pena
Seguir esta farsa
Me pongo la bata
Voy hacia el salón
El vaso hasta el borde de puro licor
Que diga el alcohol lo que yo no me atrevo
Estoy mas que harta de verte llegar
Tirar la chaqueta
Y entrar a matar
Igual que un torero
Con agua en las venas
A veces un beso y si por azar o porque es verano
Quieres algo mas, me usas me dejas
Y dejas tirada
Igual que un pañuelo
Confesiones
De una mujer cansada
Confesiones
De un mujer cansada
Que importa si estoy deprimida o feliz
Si estoy satisfecha o cansada de ti
Acaso has pensado que soy como un mueble
Mil veces lo juro, harta de esperar
He estado dispuesta a dejarme llevar
Por uno cualquiera
Que me hablara al alma
En este momento y en este lugar
Aunque te haga daño diré la verdad, eres un pobre diablo
Y ya no te amo, ni nunca te he amado
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Confesiones Lyrics as written by Marella Cayre Jose Ramon Florez Garcia
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