"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.
Et deux par deux sans compter nos morts
Qu'on laisse derrière des ébauches fanées
Des secrets de carrière
Et trois par trois nos cœurs essoufflés
Des secousses folles on réfléchit plus tard
Maintenant il faut rêver
Et je ne sais plus à quoi penser
C'est dur d'être libre comme toi
Et je ne sais plus à qui penser
C'est fini rhabille-toi
Et deux par deux on avale nos mots
C'est dur d'oublier ce que l'on connaît et ce qui imprègne nos peaux
Et trois par trois nos cœurs de la partie
On joue aux couteaux et on peut partager le même lit
Et je ne sais plus à quoi penser
C'est dur d'être libre comme toi
Et je ne sais plus à qui penser
C'est fini rhabille-toi
Et je ne sais plus à quoi penser
C'est dur d'être libre comme toi
Et je ne sais plus à qui penser
C'est fini rhabille-toi
Et deux par deux
On avale nos mots
C'est dur d'oublier ce que l'on a connu qui a imprégné nos peaux
Et trois par trois nos cœurs de la partie
On joue aux couteaux et on peut partager le même lit
Qu'on laisse derrière des ébauches fanées
Des secrets de carrière
Et trois par trois nos cœurs essoufflés
Des secousses folles on réfléchit plus tard
Maintenant il faut rêver
Et je ne sais plus à quoi penser
C'est dur d'être libre comme toi
Et je ne sais plus à qui penser
C'est fini rhabille-toi
Et deux par deux on avale nos mots
C'est dur d'oublier ce que l'on connaît et ce qui imprègne nos peaux
Et trois par trois nos cœurs de la partie
On joue aux couteaux et on peut partager le même lit
Et je ne sais plus à quoi penser
C'est dur d'être libre comme toi
Et je ne sais plus à qui penser
C'est fini rhabille-toi
Et je ne sais plus à quoi penser
C'est dur d'être libre comme toi
Et je ne sais plus à qui penser
C'est fini rhabille-toi
Et deux par deux
On avale nos mots
C'est dur d'oublier ce que l'on a connu qui a imprégné nos peaux
Et trois par trois nos cœurs de la partie
On joue aux couteaux et on peut partager le même lit
Lyrics submitted by mister care-too-much
Corbeau Lyrics as written by Beatrice Martin
Lyrics © Dare To Care (Les éditions)
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And two by two ......? our deaths That one leaves behind wilted preliminary sketches of The secrets of career And three by three our hearts ......? Of the crazy tremors one reflects later Now it is necessary to dream
And I no longer know what to think it IS hard to be free as you And I no longer know what to think This is finished, dress you again
And two by two one downhill our words it is hard to forget what one knows and what impregnates our skins And three by three our hearts on the part One plays with knives and one can divide the same reads
And I no longer know what to think it IS hard to be free as you And I no longer know that to think This is finished, dress you again
And two by two one downhill our words it is hard to forget what one knew that impregnated our skins And three by three our hearts on the part One plays with knives and one can divide the same reads