"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.
If the sea shakes like an empty maraca
I know [x4]
And she falls in love with the sounds of ships sinking?
I know [x4]
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If the heavens part and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
every apartment is vacant, every home for rent?
Hey Peacock?
What's that?
I just want to know what your feathers are made out of.
Is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins? (It's all those!)
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If your friends are all crippled, all withered, all wilt,
I know [x4]
and you smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts.
I know [x4]
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If the brick you throw puts a bullet in your skull
and a police boot lands atop your gaping jaw?
Hey Peacock?
What's that?
I just want to know what the babies mouth is full of.
Is it flies or cries or straw?
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
Which peacock's police? Which peacock is thief?
If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out your bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like death knells baby
is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?
If tuxedos slither off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding cake
and the priest starts snapping photos?
There's a peacock on your shoulder
pole dancing around your neck
while reciting the Book of Revelation.
So who do you love?
Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
So who do you love? Who do you trust?
Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
If the forests turn to static and the gnarled branches, too?
I know [x4]
Your body starts to fall into a concrete tutu?
I know [x4]
which peacock is beast? which peacock is priest?
If you strike for better wages at the cola factory
and they drink champagne as they kick in your teeth?
Hey Peacock?
What's that?
I just want to know what his blood tasted like.
Was it like sugar or vinegar or whiskey or dirt? (It's all those!)
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out your bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like death knells baby
is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?
If tuxedos slither off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding cake
and the priest starts snapping photos?
There's a peacock on your shoulder
pole dancing around your neck
while reciting the Book of Revelation.
Things are never what they seem, the peacocks static melodies.
So who do you love?
Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
So who do you love? Who do you trust?
Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
I know [x4]
And she falls in love with the sounds of ships sinking?
I know [x4]
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If the heavens part and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
every apartment is vacant, every home for rent?
Hey Peacock?
What's that?
I just want to know what your feathers are made out of.
Is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins? (It's all those!)
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If your friends are all crippled, all withered, all wilt,
I know [x4]
and you smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts.
I know [x4]
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If the brick you throw puts a bullet in your skull
and a police boot lands atop your gaping jaw?
Hey Peacock?
What's that?
I just want to know what the babies mouth is full of.
Is it flies or cries or straw?
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
Which peacock's police? Which peacock is thief?
If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out your bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like death knells baby
is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?
If tuxedos slither off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding cake
and the priest starts snapping photos?
There's a peacock on your shoulder
pole dancing around your neck
while reciting the Book of Revelation.
So who do you love?
Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
So who do you love? Who do you trust?
Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
If the forests turn to static and the gnarled branches, too?
I know [x4]
Your body starts to fall into a concrete tutu?
I know [x4]
which peacock is beast? which peacock is priest?
If you strike for better wages at the cola factory
and they drink champagne as they kick in your teeth?
Hey Peacock?
What's that?
I just want to know what his blood tasted like.
Was it like sugar or vinegar or whiskey or dirt? (It's all those!)
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out your bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like death knells baby
is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?
If tuxedos slither off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding cake
and the priest starts snapping photos?
There's a peacock on your shoulder
pole dancing around your neck
while reciting the Book of Revelation.
Things are never what they seem, the peacocks static melodies.
So who do you love?
Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
So who do you love? Who do you trust?
Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
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It's funny reading all these comments from so many 2000s scene kids just completely missing the mark. Not that I would've been any better back then! I had forgotten about this band for years until I was reading the Wikipedia article on Fugazi while watching their documentary and it mentioned that Guy Piccoto had produced some of TBB’s albums. I wondered if they held up and looked them up again, choosing this song because the name stuck out.
The Blood Brothers existed in an interesting position for the scene by having an uncommon reverence for the old guard of post-punk. Most of their peers seemed to only be interested in the highly derivative and increasingly self referential fashion-first genre that the scene revolved around. Not to say TBB weren't guilty, they definitely played into the whole limp-wristed lanky-guys-wearing-bandanas-with-emo-hair image. But they clearly had an interest in the political and it's pretty obvious it came from the radical left wing punk bands that they were drawing from (such as Fugazi).
The lyrics paint a pretty clear picture of neoliberal capitalist decadence. It doesn't get much clearer than when they reference strike-breaking and a senator killing your firstborn - I mean this made by college aged kids and was released just a year after the invasion of Iraq (the sound of ships sinking also being a loose reference to war).
There was no Left to speak of in the US aside from a very small handful of DSA members in congress, along with Sanders and the Greens with Nader, and they certainly didn't (and still don't) have any power. The most liberal members of congress voted to authorize war in the Middle East and embraced austerity over social democracy. It's a really trite observation now, but in those days it took more finely tuned political antennae to understand that the dynamic between the major parties is just a facade meant to give popular legitimacy to totalized corporate control of government. 9/11 was like stomping on the gas.
The imagery surrounding religion here is an obvious allusion to the Bush-era Republican Party, wherein fundamentalist evangelical christians more or less formed the cultural base. The GOP used social wedge issues like gay marriage, abortion and drugs to get elected and then gutted any program designed for the public good because it meant they could lower taxes for the wealthy. The scenes in the song are meant to juxtapose the moralistic posturing associated with priesthood against the actual function that protestant churches serve in politics, which is to grease the wheels for the GOP and serve the rich at the expense of working people.
The peacock is a stand-in for any political establishment figure who benefits from the system. It’s used in the song to refer to media figures, strike-breaking capitalists, politicians, etc. It might also be a reference to NBC, but clearly the specific target of the symbol varies from verse to verse. The line about angel-bone stilts is referencing the wealth and power that separates and protects these elites from the working people who are subject to the abuses of this political system. It also incorporates a bit more of the religious symbolism, playing on the idea of using religion for malicious purposes (the angel has to be dead to make stilts from its bones!)
"Every apartment is vacant, every home for rent" is referencing the contradiction of homelessness with mass vacancies, living spaces that go unused purely because the owner is profiting passively off of them and people are too poor to afford them. This leads to the question posed in the chorus, "Is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?"
There are a few more obvious references to the evils of capitalism ("When machine guns come knocking, who's cashing out on your bad luck?") and of course the abstracted chorus lyrics involving tuxedos (symbols of wealth) copulating during the marriage ceremony of the wealthy. There are a few lines that are probably filler too (the gnarled branches for example).
Looking back I'm impressed at the quality of this stuff given the context. They made an attempt to transcend some of the trappings and cliches of their genre and occasionally succeeded, it's just unfortunate that we were so depoliticized that the message went straight over the heads of so much of their audience. It's hard to get over some of the really dated campy scene kid elements but all in all I give it an A for effort. Much more substantive lyrically and dynamic musically than probably upwards of 95% of that strain of post-hardcore.
@maartenhad A couple things I left out: The third stanza about throwing bricks is discussing the human cost of protests. Just look at how many people the cops killed during the recent Black Lives Matter protests that were explicitly against police brutality. Along with the strike-breaking lines, it's a statement about how capitalists hold the reins of power at every level and prevent the working class from having any autonomy.<br /> <br /> The "so who do you love? who do you trust?" section is more or less tacitly aimed at liberal politicians, media figures, celebrities, philanthropists, etc. who pay lip service to the ideas of creating a more livable society but ultimately subscribe to the same rhetorical framing and ideological boundaries as the Republican Party. <br /> <br /> On healthcare for example, liberal pols always say that they're in favor of universal healthcare but that they can't win without the backing of the health insurance industry or pharmaceutical companies, which prevents them from making any kind of fundamental changes to our insane privatized healthcare system. If you can't count on the only opposition to the GOP with any realistic standing to win against them in an election, and your protests are met with violence from people who are always going to be more organized and better equipped than you, what options do you have left? "Who do you kill?" <br /> <br /> It's a rhetorical question. The answer is that there's no single person you could remove to make all the dominos fall down, the blob just regenerates itself. The only way to win is through pulling the only lever of power that the working class has left: mass withholding of labor through organized strikes. Unfortunately the working class in the US has a long way to go before there's enough consciousness to pull that off successfully. In the Bush years it felt like it could never happen. Pretty close to the same now, but at least we have a reemergent socialist movement to build off of. Thanks Bernie.
@maartenhad great summary!