Is it just me or do people cry upon hearing a moving song? Wait, let me clarify, I wasn't in the midst of a break-up nor was I feeling down and depressed. In fact minutes before sniffling (which eventually led to the crying), I was on a high.
See, I had my iPod on while I was on the train home. I was listening to old school J.Lo hits, some Katy Perry and some acoustic alternative that used to be played over NU107. Then, Tracy Chapman's Fast Car came on.
One thing about me is when I like something, I really get into it. If I have a favorite top, I'll wear it until it's worn. A favorite piece of jewelry? I'll wear it everyday. Some people like to mix it up, I like to stick to it. So when Fast Car came on, I got excited. When the song was over, I clicked on repeat. Then clicked on it again. And again. And again. I must have listened to it 5 or 6 times in a row. The first time I pressed repeat, it was because I liked the melody and how chilled and relaxed it sounded and I wanted to hear it again. Next time, I listened to the lyrics more closely and remembered how much of a meaningful and moving life story the song is. Third time, I began to feel the emotions of the woman singing the song. And then I started to sniffle at the same time, trying to hold back. I finally got home (still listening to the same song) and as soon as I got to my room, I closed my eyes, laid on the bed and pressed the repeat button. Tears started streaming down. I felt the woman's journey from hopefulness coming from her desperate past. Her journey then took her to being a realist and then strength that came from her dreams and passions.
What a great song. I've heard this over and over before, and I'll play it over and over again. Ladies and gentlemen, this song inspires me and moves me. Ladies and gentlemen,
Tracy Chapman's Fast Car
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
Me myself I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car
I got a plan to get us out of here
I've been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
Won't have to drive too far
Just cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And fin'lly see what it means to be living
See my old man's got a problem
He lives with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his bodys too old for working
I say his bodys too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebodys got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did
You got a fast car
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 when we were driving driving in your car
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
We go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in the 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 bigger house and live in the suburbs
I remember we were driving driving in your car
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
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'd find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving
I remember when we were driving driving in your car
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
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way
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