Durham songwriter Paddy McAloon was in his late twenties when he wrote
Life’s a drive through a dust bowl, what’s it do, do to a young soul
We are deeply concerned, someone stops for directions,
Something responds deep in our engines, we have all been burned
Will heaven wait all heavenly over the next horizon ?
But look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt more much more than cars and girls.
Just look at us now, start counting, what adds up the way it did when we were young ?
Look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt much more than cars and girls.
Prefab Sprout – Cars & Girls
The lyrics now seem strangely prescient; and I’m sure that Paddy and my contemporaries have all been burned and do find that the pursuit of love doesn’t add up the way it did when we were young, but how did he know all of that when the album From Langley Park to Memphis was released in 1988?
I’ve been musing on cars as a metaphor for relationships for about a week now, prompted partly by one of my friends decision to invest in a new set of wheels. For several weeks she has endured a torrid time emotionally due to her ex husband, his family, and his girlfriend, problems she could well do without when her emotions have been tested by another. I’m pleased that the worst seems to be over for her, and part of her response has been the change of vehicle. Meet Precious.
Owning a new car is pretty special. We take great care of them, nurture them, attend to their needs.
Or at least until the first scratch. At that point the shine is lost (perhaps literally), and unless this is true love they are taken for granted. In some cases neglected, forgotten or abandoned.
Wandering round the farm where I was staying last week I made a surprising discovery in one of the barns. Once upon a time this Rover 2200 twin carb was doubtless someone’s pride and joy. Clearly the love ran cold.
I’m in love with my car
Gotta feel for my automobile
Queen – I’m In Love With My Car