Natalio. Communist, Mexican in diaspora, occasional photographer and occasional graphic designer. My blog features mostly original content about radical politics and Latin America, with some personal stories and attempts at witty social commentary mixed in. Coming to you live from Oakland, California, USA. Blog bilingüe inglés/español.
Fast Car by Tracy Chapman. Some of the realest shit you’ll ever hear.
You got a fast car And I want a ticket to go anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Anyplace is better Starting from zero got nothing to lose Maybe we’ll make something But me myself I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car And I got a plan to get us out of here I been working at the convenience store Managed to save just a little bit of money We won’t have to drive too far Just ‘cross the border and into the city You and I can both get jobs And finally see what it means to be living
You see my old man’s got a problem He live with the bottle that’s the way it is He says his body’s too old for working I say his body’s too young to look like his My mama went off and left him She wanted more from life than he could give I said somebody’s got to take care of him So I quit school and that’s what I did
You got a fast car But is it fast enough so we can fly away We gotta make a decision We leave tonight or live and die this way
I remember we were driving driving in your car The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped ‘round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car And we go cruising to entertain ourselves You still ain’t got a job And I work in a market as a checkout girl I know things will get better You’ll find work and I’ll get promoted We’ll move out of the shelter Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car And I got a job that pays all our bills You stay out drinking late at the bar See more of your friends than you do of your kids I’d always hoped for better Thought maybe together you and me would find it I got no plans I ain’t going nowhere So take your fast car and keep on driving
You got a fast car But is it fast enough so you can fly away You gotta make a decision You leave tonight or live and die this way