"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.
Haha!
Dance Gavin Dance baby!
Downtown Battle Mountain Two!
First it's the casting call, but I'm playing basketball
My wife she notifies that I missed a call on my phone
Now why are you snooping, when you should be cooking
If you read my texts one more time!
If you fill the pageant bowl I will be masterful
Well full of liquid comedy, namaste, your baller bag is on its way
Red full of lexicons, polishing megatron
If you beat the ho, you tell your bros, I need this yo!
Stop and don't panic, I've got a plan,
Let's both pretend you didn't take that one night stand
So hide your face, collect your things, this is what we call the walk of shame
Oh, pretty lady, I know the cost at the gate, you're almost there
Next it's the pinnacle of me being cynical
Can I be the lynch pin compelling to judge a lottery
Baggy and awfully, bumpy and blistery, brutally homeless and fluffy
Hey there, pretty girl, I'm already in your head
Hey there, pretty girl, I'm already in
Hey there, pretty girl, don't hide what's inside
Hey there, pretty girl, don't hide what's inside
(So nice, so nice to meet you)
Lift your head for the last time
Lift it higher and higher and high
How can you love what you can't see?
How can you love what you can't touch?
Hey there, pretty girl, I'm already in your head
Hey there, pretty girl, I'm already in
Hey there, pretty girl, don't hide what's inside
Hey there, pretty girl, don't hide what's inside
(So nice, so nice to meet you)
I tell them personal tastes are fine
We've been over this a million times
You'll never unhinge those biased chromosomes alone
Dance Gavin Dance baby!
Downtown Battle Mountain Two!
First it's the casting call, but I'm playing basketball
My wife she notifies that I missed a call on my phone
Now why are you snooping, when you should be cooking
If you read my texts one more time!
If you fill the pageant bowl I will be masterful
Well full of liquid comedy, namaste, your baller bag is on its way
Red full of lexicons, polishing megatron
If you beat the ho, you tell your bros, I need this yo!
Stop and don't panic, I've got a plan,
Let's both pretend you didn't take that one night stand
So hide your face, collect your things, this is what we call the walk of shame
Oh, pretty lady, I know the cost at the gate, you're almost there
Next it's the pinnacle of me being cynical
Can I be the lynch pin compelling to judge a lottery
Baggy and awfully, bumpy and blistery, brutally homeless and fluffy
Hey there, pretty girl, I'm already in your head
Hey there, pretty girl, I'm already in
Hey there, pretty girl, don't hide what's inside
Hey there, pretty girl, don't hide what's inside
(So nice, so nice to meet you)
Lift your head for the last time
Lift it higher and higher and high
How can you love what you can't see?
How can you love what you can't touch?
Hey there, pretty girl, I'm already in your head
Hey there, pretty girl, I'm already in
Hey there, pretty girl, don't hide what's inside
Hey there, pretty girl, don't hide what's inside
(So nice, so nice to meet you)
I tell them personal tastes are fine
We've been over this a million times
You'll never unhinge those biased chromosomes alone
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