Three Song Lyrics, Three Days – Day One

I’ve been nominated by the ever fantastic Kristian of Tales From The Mind of Kristian .

If you haven’t found Kristian’s blog yet, you’re missing out. He’s absolutely one of my top ten favourite blogs.

The rules of this tag are:

Thank the person who nominated you

Post 1 quote (song lyric) each day for 3 days

Nominate 3 people each day.

There’s no rule you have to participate but I thought it would be fun to see what song lyrics float your boat!

My choice for today is a song by Rod Stewart.

Of all the people in the world to take a potentially career wrecking risk in defence of gay rights, well – our womanizing rocker wouldn’t have been a guess!

He wrote a song about the murder of a gay friend that must have been both HUGELY controversial and a big risk in the days it was written and released. I’ve always loved Rod Stewart’s music. That he took such a defiant, courageous stand because of love for a friend – my admiration knows no bounds. That’s real bravery in the facile and capricious world of show business.

In these days of changing ways

So called liberated days

A story comes to mind of a friend of mine

Georgie boy, was gay I guess

Nothin’ more or 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 I’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”

“‘Cause youth’s a mask but it don’t last

Live it long and live it fast”

Georgie was a friend of mine

The Killing Of Georgie – Rod Stewart

The Killing Of Georgie

I’m nominating:

Fiona at Sunshine, Raindrops and Tea

Widow Cranky

Nicholas at GTFO Now