I agree....
Poetry set to amazing rock music.
Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents
Five inches long.
I’m out on the street again
And I’m leaping along.
I’m dressed right for a beachfight,
But I just can’t explain
Why that uncertain feeling is still
Here in my brain.
I got a Gibson
Without a case
But I can’t get that even tanned look on my face.
Ill fitting clothes
I blend in the crowd,
Fingers so clumsy
Voice too loud.
Girls of fifteen
Sexually knowing
The ushers are sniffing
Eu-de-cologning
The seats are seductive
Celibate sitting
Pretty girls digging
Prettier women.
+++++
“Quadraphenia was sheer genius from start to finish.”
“Can you see the real me?”
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When a man is running from his boss
Who holds a gun that fires cost
And people die from being old
Or left alone because they’re cold
And bombs are dropped on fighting cats
And children’s dreams are run with rats
If you complain you disappear
Just like the lesbians and queers
No one can love without the grace
Of some unseen and distant face
And you get beaten up by blacks
Who though they worked still got the sack
And when your soul tells you to hide
Your very right to die’s denied
And in the battle on the streets
You fight computers and receipts
And when a man is trying to change
It only causes further pain
You realize that all along
Something in us going wrong
You stop dancing
That album captured the agony and ecstasy of the teenage years like no other. It became part of me.