Thirteen, Big Star
Just a beautiful song that sums up those simple yet confusing times, from a band championed by some, but unknown by most. Here's the original:
Won't you let me walk you home from school
Won't you let me meet you at the pool
Maybe Friday I can
get tickets for the dance
and I'll take you
Won't you tell your dad, "Get off my back"
Tell him what we said 'bout 'Paint It Black'
Rock 'n Roll is here to stay
Come inside where it's okay
And I'll shake you.
Won't you tell me what you're thinking of
Would you be an outlaw for my love
If it's so, well, let me know
If it's "no", well, I can go
I won't make you
Here's a version by Elliot Smith, before he stabbed himself to death:
If that wasn't precious enough, here's a choir doing the tune:
Brian Wilson eat your heart out! This tune really hits the heartache, innocence, and hope of the teenage years, with beautiful harmonies and melodies that surpass all but one Pet Sound (God Only Knows).
Here's Wilco's version: click here.
Finally a weird version by Albert Hammond Jr. of the Strokes, it turns up the jangly rhythms of other Big Star songs I guess, but largely misses the mark: stroke it.
There you have it folks, until we meet again...