In these days of changing ways
The so called liberated days
A story comes to mind, a friend of mine
Georgie boy was gay I guess
Nothin' more and nothin' less
The kindest guy I ever knew
His mother's tears fell in vain
The afternoon George tried to explain
That he needed love like all the rest
Pa said there must be a mistake
How can my son not be straight
After all we've said and done for him
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
Cast out by the ones he loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Georgie went to New York town
Where he quickly settled down
And soon became the toast of the Great White Way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd cruise
And all the old queens blew a fuse
Everybody loved Georgie boy
The last time I saw George alive
Was in the summer of seventy-five
He said he was in love I said I'm pleased
George attended the opening night
Of another Broadway hype
But split before the final curtain fell
Deciding to take a short cut home
Arm in arm they meant no wrong
A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue
Out of a darkened side street came
A New Jersey gang with just one aim
To roll some innocent passer-by
There ensued a fearful fight
Screams rang out in the night
Georgie's head hit a sidewalk cornerstone
A leather kid, a switchblade knife
He did not intend to take his life
He just pushed his luck a little too far that night
The sight of blood dispersed the gang
A crowd gathered, the police came
An ambulance screamed to a halt on Fifty-third and Third
Georgie's life ended there
But I ask who really cares
George once said to me and I quote
He said "Never wait or hesitate
Get in kid, before it's too late
You may never get another chance
'Cos youth's a mask but it don't last
Live it long and live it fast"
Georgie was a friend of mine
Oh Georgie stay, don't go away
Georgie please stay you take our breath away
Oh Georgie stay, don't go away
Georgie please stay you take our breath away
Oh Georgie stay, don't go away
Georgie, Georgie please stay you take our breath away
Oh Georgie stay
The so called liberated days
A story comes to mind, a friend of mine
Georgie boy was gay I guess
Nothin' more and nothin' less
The kindest guy I ever knew
His mother's tears fell in vain
The afternoon George tried to explain
That he needed love like all the rest
Pa said there must be a mistake
How can my son not be straight
After all we've said and done for him
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
Cast out by the ones he loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Georgie went to New York town
Where he quickly settled down
And soon became the toast of the Great White Way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd cruise
And all the old queens blew a fuse
Everybody loved Georgie boy
The last time I saw George alive
Was in the summer of seventy-five
He said he was in love I said I'm pleased
George attended the opening night
Of another Broadway hype
But split before the final curtain fell
Deciding to take a short cut home
Arm in arm they meant no wrong
A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue
Out of a darkened side street came
A New Jersey gang with just one aim
To roll some innocent passer-by
There ensued a fearful fight
Screams rang out in the night
Georgie's head hit a sidewalk cornerstone
A leather kid, a switchblade knife
He did not intend to take his life
He just pushed his luck a little too far that night
The sight of blood dispersed the gang
A crowd gathered, the police came
An ambulance screamed to a halt on Fifty-third and Third
Georgie's life ended there
But I ask who really cares
George once said to me and I quote
He said "Never wait or hesitate
Get in kid, before it's too late
You may never get another chance
'Cos youth's a mask but it don't last
Live it long and live it fast"
Georgie was a friend of mine
Oh Georgie stay, don't go away
Georgie please stay you take our breath away
Oh Georgie stay, don't go away
Georgie please stay you take our breath away
Oh Georgie stay, don't go away
Georgie, Georgie please stay you take our breath away
Oh Georgie stay
inviata da Bartleby - 21/3/2012 - 09:40
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Album “A Night on the Town”
Nel 1995, in un’intervista sul magazine musicale Mojo, Rod Stewart disse che aveva scritto questa canzone in memoria di un amico suo e dei Faces (il gruppo in cui Rod aveva militato fino al 1975, anno dello scioglimento), un giovane gay che, respinto dalla famiglia, con la sua simpatia ed il suo talento aveva trovato il successo a New York, salvo poi morire una sera per mano di una gang di ragazzini che lo avevano aggredito mentre, mano nella mano con il suo compagno, passeggiava per le strade della città.
Una storia molto simile ma ben più tragica di Smalltown Boy dei Bronski Beat.