Rubber Car
Enon Lyrics


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Well, I've been feelin' waiting for you
No need for invitation
You just (???) the things you have to do
And then pull into the station

Without a shell on the bumper sticker
You get a smile on the lawn
You never said he was young
Upon the table, don't stall

Rubber car
Rubber car
Ooh... rubber car

Without an eel, shake 'em off
And it feels wrong, but I'm jumpin'




You get to stand by the door
You get 'em all, (??? cowboy???)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Enon's song Rubber Car present a rather cryptic narrative that appears to touch on themes of anticipation, movement, and absence. The singer talks about their longing for someone, who they have been waiting for, without the need for an invitation. They go on to describe the person in question as someone who simply does "the things you have to do/ And then pull into the station," alluding to the idea that this person is always on the move and is possibly transient. The singer also mentions how this person arrives "Without a shell on the bumper sticker/ You get a smile on the lawn/ You never said he was young/ Upon the table, don't stall." Here, they are possibly referring to the fact that the person in question arrives unannounced and unassuming, with no attachments or affiliations to anyone, perhaps evoking a sense of fleetingness and detachment.


The chorus, which simply repeats the words "Rubber car," seems to be a nod to the fact that the car the person drives is made of rubber or has a rubber-like texture or appearance. This could highlight the idea that the person and their car are always in motion somehow or able to quickly adapt to any situation. Towards the end of the song, the singer switches up the pace and introduces somewhat obscure lyrics, mentioning how "Without an eel, shake 'em off/ And it feels wrong, but I'm jumpin'/ You get to stand by the door/ You get 'em all, (??? cowboy???)." These lyrics appear to further cement the song's abstractness and playful nature, perhaps inviting the listener to come up with their own interpretation of what they mean.


Line by Line Meaning

Well, I've been feelin' waiting for you
I have been feeling impatiently waiting for you


No need for invitation
No need to be invited


You just (???) the things you have to do
You just do what you need to do


And then pull into the station
And then arrive at the destination


Without a shell on the bumper sticker
Without a protective cover on the decorative sticker on the car's bumper


You get a smile on the lawn
You receive a smile while parking on the lawn


You never said he was young
You never mentioned that he was young


Upon the table, don't stall
On the table, don't hesitate


Rubber car
A car made of rubber


Ooh... rubber car
Ah, a car made of rubber


Without an eel, shake 'em off
Without a slimy fish, shake them off


And it feels wrong, but I'm jumpin'
And even though it feels wrong, I'm going for it


You get to stand by the door
You get to stand next to the door


You get 'em all, (??? cowboy???)
You get all of them, like a cowboy




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Joel Johnson


on Knock That Door

Yup... just another good song by Enon. But wait! This song is an all-time great. I searched Enon on Spotify, and I knew all the top 5 most popular songs but this one. I knew and liked all the other top 5 Enon songs, so I just listened to this and didn't begin to regret it.

jerm


on Spanish Boots

Opportunity nooses than hang beyond the shade(?)
Machiavellian stooges that feign whatever's said
South Floridian ruses with nothing left to sell
Polynesian(?) amusements that fall under the spell

Having the same conversation,
The same hell
Then mainly for yourself

Oh it's the same kind of aim
At the game dealt
And mainly for yourself
For the better of your health

Vanished loot are the riches
That lay upon the breast
Spanish Boots for the witches
That kiss before the test

Gotta loom on the fixes
Bare waste and so severe
Minor shoots at the pieces
Lies burnt to stay, oh it's all so in vain

That it's the same conversation,
The same hell
Then mainly for yourself

Oh it's the same pile of names at the game,
Hell, then mainly for yourself
For the better of your health

Oh it's the same conversation,
The same hell
Then mainly for yourself

Oh it's the same pile of names at the game,
Hell, then mainly for yourself

Oh it's the same conversation,
The same hell
Then mainly for yourself

Oh it's the same pile of names at the game,
Hell, then mainly for yourself
For the better of your health