"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.
It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
And double pneumonia in a single room
And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
Are you laughing at me now, may I please laugh along with you?
This morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleep
With ashtray clothes and miss lonelyheart's pen
With which I wrote for you a love song in tattoo
Upon my palm, 'twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand
You see, I
I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
Drop me and I'll fall to pieces so easily
I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
Wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain
And my aim was to taboo, you
Could we meet in the marketplace
Did I ever, hey please, did you wound my knees?
You see, I
I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
Drop me and I'll fall to pieces, yes
Yeah, easy, there's nobody else to blame
I hang my head in a crying shame (shame)
There's nobody else to blame
Nobody else except my sweet self, oh
It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
Twenty four gone years to conclude in tears
That the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
Are you laughing at me now, may I please laugh along, oh
I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
An ashtray heart on my sleeve, wounded knees
And my one love song was a tattoo upon my palm
You wrote upon me when you took my hand
You see, I
I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
Drop me and I'll fall to pieces too easily
Too easily
Too easily
And double pneumonia in a single room
And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
Are you laughing at me now, may I please laugh along with you?
This morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleep
With ashtray clothes and miss lonelyheart's pen
With which I wrote for you a love song in tattoo
Upon my palm, 'twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand
You see, I
I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
Drop me and I'll fall to pieces so easily
I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
Wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain
And my aim was to taboo, you
Could we meet in the marketplace
Did I ever, hey please, did you wound my knees?
You see, I
I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
Drop me and I'll fall to pieces, yes
Yeah, easy, there's nobody else to blame
I hang my head in a crying shame (shame)
There's nobody else to blame
Nobody else except my sweet self, oh
It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
Twenty four gone years to conclude in tears
That the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
Are you laughing at me now, may I please laugh along, oh
I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
An ashtray heart on my sleeve, wounded knees
And my one love song was a tattoo upon my palm
You wrote upon me when you took my hand
You see, I
I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
Drop me and I'll fall to pieces too easily
Too easily
Too easily
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Lost Weekend Lyrics as written by Lloyd Cole Lawrence Donegan
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