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Sad song festival


Memories of my best friend Kristy, from age 13.
She was my only "best friend" growing up, and I still miss her.

Kristy drew me a cartoon landscape showing references to all the songs we liked. It had ripples in the water (Genesis), birds flying high again (OZZY), a stairway to heaven, a misty mountain with people hopping on it (Zeppelin), etc. She wrote that we'd be best friends forever.

Our friendship imploded, partly because I kept having shutdowns and wanting to be alone due to social unease and anxiety. She encouraged me to be myself and tried to plan things where I'd feel comfortable. Looking back, I can see that she understood my differences and my need for social accommodations more than I did. I still have her letters but they're heartbreaking because she cared so much and tried so hard.

After that we had a big fight about a boy and stopped talking. I don't think I've healed from that loss yet so it's something I've been trying to process in recent weeks. I always think of her this time of year because she sent me really sweet Valentines during our friendship.

I kept her song lyric picture folded up in my wallet for about 15 years, all the way through Uni and even when I was first married. I have no idea where it went but it meant so much to me.

Other Kristy songs:

Guide Vocal - Genesis
Wish You Were Here - PF
Pinhead - Ramones
Sweetleaf - Sabbath

and this one:

 


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Now you ask me if I'm sincere
That's the question that I always fear
Verse seven is never clear
But I'll tell you what you wanna hear

I try to give you all you want
But giving love is not my strongest point
If that's the case it's pointless going on
I'd rather be alone

Cause what I'm doing must be wrong
Pouring my heart out in a song
Owning up for prosperity
For the whole damn world to see

Quietly now while I turn the page
Act One is over without costume change
The principal would like to leave the stage
The crowd don't understand .
 
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My mouth fell open
Hoping that the truth would not be true
Refused the news
I'm feeling sick now
What the f am I supposed to do?
Just lose and lose
First time I saw you
You were sitting backstage in a dress
A perfect mess
You never knew this
But I wanted badly for you to
Requite my love
I liked your whiskers
And I liked the dimple in your chin
Your pale blue eyes
You painted pictures
Cause the one who hurts can give so much
You gave me such
Left on the floor
Leaving your body
When highs are the lows
And lows are the way
So hard to stay
Guess now you know
I love you so
 


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 could 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
 
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