"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.
I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, one, two, five
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man
Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man, ah work it now
Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody body's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I feel oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man, walk it home
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, one, two, five
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man
Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man, ah work it now
Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody body's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I feel oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man, walk it home
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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.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
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This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Magical
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How would you describe the feeling of being in love? For Ed Sheeran, the word is “Magical.” in HIS three-minute album opener, he makes an attempt to capture the beauty and delicacy of true love with words. He describes the magic of it all over a bright Pop song produced by Aaron Dessner.
Plastic Bag
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“Plastic Bag” is a song about searching for an escape from personal problems and hoping to find it in the lively atmosphere of a Saturday night party. Ed Sheeran tells the story of his friend and the myriad of troubles he is going through. Unable to find any solutions, this friend seeks a last resort in a party and the vanity that comes with it.
“I overthink and have trouble sleepin’ / All purpose gone and don’t have a reason / And there’s no doctor to stop this bleedin’ / So I left home and jumped in the deep end,” Ed Sheeran sings in verse one. He continues by adding that this person is feeling the weight of having disappointed his father and doesn’t have any friends to rely on in this difficult moment. In the second verse, Ed sings about the role of grief in his friend’s plight and his dwindling faith in prayer. “Saturday night is givin’ me a reason to rely on the strobe lights / The lifeline of a promise in a shot glass, and I’ll take that / If you’re givin’ out love from a plastic bag,” Ed sings on the chorus, as his friend turns to new vices in hopes of feeling better.
I feel a bit guilty (and stupid) by pointing out all the really, really obvious ones, but... another Lou Reed song about heroin. I'm Lou Reed, I'm standing on Lexington 125, waiting for my dealer. People pester me, but I'm only here for one reason. He arrives eventually, fixes me up and I return home. My girlfriend is upset that I'm all loaded, but what the hell, I feel good.
Punk rock, 11 years ahead of its time.
The song is incredibly straight-forward, but its self-aware of how limiting and pathetic the junkie's experience is. It's conscious of how depressing his lifestyle is in a "black humor" sorta way. The entire song describes what he has to do for his fix, then it ends with the lines:
"I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time"
It even ends with one more repetition of "I'm Waiting For My Man", as if its the beginning of another instance where he once more, has to get his fix.
Amazing song.
I thought the lyric in the second verse was:
Oh pardon me, sir It's furthest from my mind I'm just looking for a "tinted" friend of mine
It didn't make sense at first but then I realized (at least I thought) that since he wants to avoid trouble, he doesn't even say, "I'm just looking for a colored friend of mine". He uses a synonym for "colored" which would be "tainted". A subtle nod to race in the 60s? Maybe. I listen to this song so much but I could've just heard a mondegreen.
And the lyric "It's furthest from my mind" kills two birds with one stone. It shows how he's just really wants to buy smack. But Lou Reed's homosexual proclivities are pretty well known. I thought of it like he's saying, "I'm just here to get drugs. And I actually have sex with dudes so stealing your woman is the last thing on my mind right now".
VU 4 LYFE.
Listen to Live at Max's: in the beginning, Lou Reed says exactly what it is: "love on a subway".
At other live performances he said it's "a nice little song about copping drugs on a New York subway." It wouldn't be the first time Lou's described drug use as love (It's my life and it's my wife.) From feeling sick, to feeling so good. "Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time." is very much the mindset that comes with opiates. I'm good right now - I'll let Future Me worry about when I run out of sh*t tomorrow. That's the vicious circle.<br /> Look at it from the love/sex angle: Do you feel "sick and dirty" if you go a day without sex? Upon having sex, do you immediately begin to worry about how you'll get your sex tomorrow? Probably not. <br /> <br /> Just wanna add, the line at the beginning of the Max's concert "You're allowed to dance, in case you didn't know" is one of my favorites.
The only thing I would add is I never thought any of the characters were black, from the defensively machismo barrio street thugs who accost him to his straw hat wearing, Puerto Rican style shoe wearing Spanish Harlem dealer.
Of course they are. Why would they say "white boy"?
StarvingSound: That doesn't automatically mean they're black. They aren't the only ones who used the term "white boy." Knowing NY at the time and the demographics of the neighborhood he's talking about, he was most likely referring to Puerto Ricans. Fully look at the context before making assumptions like that.
It's actually "P.R.shoes..." - these were pointed-toed boots known by the racist term "Puerto Rican fence-climbers".
Yes the person in the song (we can safely assume Lou writes from personal experiene) is going to the corner of Lexington and 125th to score heroin. You can get the subway up there (4,5,6 I believe) which is part of its appeal as a drug dealing area. It's uptown (as the 2nd verse points out) in Harlem hence the African-American men questioning why a white man would be so far uptown and obviously not a resident. Eventually "the man" (i.e. the dealer) shows and he shoots up at which point in spite of his woman yelling at him he doesn't care. At least until he comes down again.
Haha-the Mysterons. Is that from Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons? I always thought the Mysterons would be a wicked name for a band.
From Rolling Stone magazine-"Everything about that song holds true," said Reed, "except the price."
Butterfingersbeck is right.... It's "P.R. shoes"
Also, hey 'feel me loud' what is the old Motown song you're talking about? I've never heard of that story...