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Ride

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Rock

Ride was released on October 8, 1996 by Ryko/Rhino as a part of the album Dead Inside

Song Details

AlbumDead Inside

Release DateOctober 8, 1996

LabelRyko/Rhino

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM93

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

Lyrics

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

Ride

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

Ride

At any moment you know

Your manufactured cool could blow

Welcome to the land of pointless and destructive

You keep whining and crying into your beer

Complaining the reception doesn't come in clear

You just can't make a connection

What are the pretty people on?

No one ever learns to speak American

There are only so many kung fu movies you can watch

Haircut, hometown, heroin friends

You make excuses, you should make amends

Who do you call for help when all your friends are dead?

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

Ride

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

Ride

Now they're calling to you from the bar

And they're fucking with your film noir

And you wear your hope like Christmas

Now I don't know how to break this to you

But her blue eyes were never blue

So now the good times are gone

But really, they never arrived

The terrycloth's beneath the tie

And another liar's caught in a lie

"I love you" hangs in the air like a subtitle

And there's a war going on inside the bar

She calls for the check, you call for the car

And when you kiss her she tastes like hot candy

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

Ride

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

Ride

Now you're just left to wonder

How she sized you up in three minutes or under

She's out of your league, you're out of your mind

Things only feel true when someone's abusing you

You are sometimes startled, you are never surprised

There are only two speeds, fast and faster

Now you're lashed to mast and lashed to master

Whether you're in bed or in court, everybody gets off

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

Ride

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

Ride

So she smokes to keep from eating

And you fuck her to keep from feeling

And this is a taste and this is a waste

And these are all of your days sacrificed

You're rocking out in an empty room

You've built your house, it's become your tomb

"Mmm, thanks," she says, "I'll keep my options open"

Now you're nervous with hope and nervous with fear

She's barely gone and you're barely here

Here comes the cocaine wake-up call

And like a boy, not a slave to fame

You kiss lipstick only after money came

Born in New York thirty years ago

You've died several times since

Drive through tunnels and crawl through caves

And suffer through a life no city can save

They've got an unmarked car with your name on it

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

Ride

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

Ride

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

Ride

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

Ride

So she smoked to keep from eating

And you fucked her to keep from feeling

And that was a taste and that was a waste

Now these are all of your days magnified

Style over content, you know the other

Keep slugging it out in the superstructure

If you love something, chances are you can't afford it

Forget what's ahead and what's past

And live every day as if it were the last

The dead man never knows he's dead

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

Ride

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

Ride

Written by: Anton Fier, Nicole Blackman

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