In many ways, this song from a Washington D.C.-area group really exemplifies the zeitgeist of underground music at that time. It features a vocalist who sing-speaks in a tone that suggests he might lose it at any moment, the drums and bass are a kind of kick-ass/ garage-band/ Manhattan New Wave rhythm section, and the lyrics express a sense of isolation from society, and an embracing of an urban landscape and faceless technology as a replacement for human interaction. It's all so very 1980.
I had their album on cassette.
Every morning I go under the city
Handful of change takes me away from it all
I leave my problems up on the street
And ride the subway where it’s always warm
Subways
We’re all going the same direction
Subways
We’re all going the same speed
Subways
It all gets obscured
Then it begins to make sense
See that man read his morning paper
See that woman fiddle in her purse
Even though I never ever met them
I can assure you, they’re my best friends
On this subway
‘Cause we share an emotion
Subway
You know it’s vaguely enticing
Subway
I’m under confusion
Now I…I can’t relax
Down here I don’t have to say anything
I just sit and look out my window
Miles flashing gray and white past my face
It’s good to get way from these pressures
Down here I have never felt guilty
There’s no sun streaming at my eyes
On this train I’m never ever lonely
People smile from pictures on the wall
Subways
We’re all going the same direction
Subways
We’re all going the same speed
Subways
It all gets obscured
Then it begins to make sense
Subways
The driver's voice is on
Subways
Now I’m back at my stop
Subways
I can’t face what out there
So I’m…I’m not getting off
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