"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.
Hey, Jude, don't make it bad,
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
Hey, Jude, don't be afraid,
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.
And anytime you feel the pain,
Hey, Jude, refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it's a fool
Who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.
Da da da da da da da da da.
Hey, Jude, don't let me down,
You have found her, now go and get her.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin,
You're waiting for someone to perform with.
And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude you'll do,
The movement you need is on your shoulder.
Da da da da da da da da da.
Hey, Jude, don't make it bad,
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better
Better, better, better, better ohhuh!
Hey Jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
Hey, Jude, don't be afraid,
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.
And anytime you feel the pain,
Hey, Jude, refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it's a fool
Who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.
Da da da da da da da da da.
Hey, Jude, don't let me down,
You have found her, now go and get her.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin,
You're waiting for someone to perform with.
And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude you'll do,
The movement you need is on your shoulder.
Da da da da da da da da da.
Hey, Jude, don't make it bad,
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better
Better, better, better, better ohhuh!
Hey Jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Nah, ... na, na, nananana ... nananana, hey jude
Lyrics submitted by Ice, edited by UnixWiz, ParanoidRocker, Joanton120, zoinkzurdead
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This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
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This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
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I think much like another song “Anti-Matter” (that's also on the same album as this song), this one is also is inspired by a horrifying van crash the band experienced on Nov 3, 2022. This, much like the other track, sounds like it's an extension what they shared while huddled in the wreckage, as they helped frontman Garrett Russell stem the bleeding from his head wound while he was under the temporary effects of a concussion. The track speaks of where the mind goes at the most desperate & desolate of times, when it just about slips away to all but disconnect itself, and the aftermath.
No Surprises
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Same ideas expressed in Fitter, Happier are expressed in this song. We're told to strive for some sort of ideal life, which includes getting a good job, being kind to everyone, finding a partner, getting married, having a couple kids, living in a quiet neighborhood in a nice big house, etc. But in Fitter, Happier the narrator(?) realizes that it's incredibly robotic to live this life. People are being used by those in power "like a pig in a cage on antibiotics"--being pacified with things like new phones and cool gadgets and houses while being sucked dry. On No Surprises, the narrator is realizing how this life is killing him slowly. In the video, his helmet is slowly filling up with water, drowning him. But he's so complacent with it. This is a good summary of the song. This boring, "perfect" life foisted upon us by some higher powers (not spiritual, but political, economic, etc. politicians and businessmen, perhaps) is not the way to live. But there is seemingly no way out but death. He'd rather die peacefully right now than live in this cage. While our lives are often shielded, we're in our own protective bubbles, or protective helmets like the one Thom wears, if we look a little harder we can see all the corruption, lies, manipulation, etc. that is going on in the world, often run by huge yet nearly invisible organizations, corporations, and 'leaders'. It's a very hopeless song because it reflects real life.
An addendum that I missed out: from what I've learnt about basic psychology and the books I've read which explain the dreams both John and Paul had (of which there were many) which inspired the songs they wrote (this included many of the weirder songs which, like I do whenever I write, they thought up during sleep.) Let me just bore you with a little background.
I started writing songs four years ago. Little tunes, nothing big, maybe eight bars long. I could only write four bars at a time because my attention span was so low. Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys worked in the same way. (He, if you are wondering, IS one of the people I look up to as a songwriter). I used to write little snatches of tune, four bars each, when suddenly, out popped an entire tune. I had just finished listening to The Everly Brothers' "All I Have To Do Is Dream" (again, pertinent). I thought to myself how I could do it, and in my sleep, I came up with words. Single words at first, then phrases, then sentences at a time.
Nobody can argue with me where my songwriting inspirations are from. I write down everything. Inspiration, date of authorization, and every single word of the song, in my (very sharp) click-click pencil. My point is, such that the words and the tunes were all documented at the beginning, so after The Beatles' career, some guy went back to Mr. McCartney and asked where every single song came from. The result was A Hard Days Write, but that's not the point. Everything's now been documented. Recording dates, correct to the hour, complete journals, correct with master copies of their complete 13 year schedule from 1957-1970.
From this, what do I glean? Official stories, with professional backing. That sounds arrogant, but believe me, when I say I'm right, it's been literarily proven.
<hugs for nottheonlydreamer to signify that I don't hate her>