When I was 13 I hung out with a girl I considered my best friend. I say considered now, because in retro she wasn’t really a friend. She bullied me badly with another so-called friend of mine a few times among haaving some other issues with her that I won’t go into here.
She was two years younger than I, but she was taller and we had a lot in common where it counted at our age.
We liked the same music.
We had a lot of “stuff” between us that were inside jokes, we made up a song about certain adult characters in our town, we made up words in place of “Excuse me” and “Thank you” after burping. These words changed periodically and I think I’ll keep them to myself. We were, in a word, weird. And we were more than comfortable around each other to be our true and authentic weird selves. Which I can see now, as I write this that this is likely the reason I kept her as a friend, even after the bullying incidents.
We taped a lot of our silliness too and once, my friend recorded herself and my then 7 year old sister, singing a Neil Young song together. I had been busy with something else, while they did this and so wasn’t even in the room. It was fun to come across it later. It was cute to hear my sister struggling to take cues from my friend as to when to sing.
But I’d taken the tape over to her house one day years ago, while I was in my twenties and left it there by mistake, never to see it again. 😦
However, I have on paper, in my own young print, a song we wrote together. We took a song already in existence and changed the lyrics back when we were 13 and 11..
The song is “Powderfinger” by Neil Young. Not the same song my sister was trying to get right on the tape though. Somewhere through the years, I made a copy from a copy machine and tucked it away in my “Rust Never Sleeps” album,which is the album the song is on, and forgot about it.
I found it some years back and have been keeping it with my journals. As I read through it with the intention of posting it here, it strikes me how telling my/our thought process already was.
(Original title Powderfinger, by Neil Young)
Look out Daddy, there’s a white car comin’ up the street
With a big antenna and an 8-track on the dashboard
He said, “Come on honey, why don’t you hop on in
and take a nice,
Cause it’s less than a mile away.
If you really wanna get away
from the agony and the pain of this town.”
I knew it was love at first sight from that moment,We were only 16 but my parents were away for the weekend.
So we could go party all night at my place
He was the best guy I ever met
He was wonderin’ what to do
So he slipped his arm around my waist so smooth.
That guy in my arms felt reassurin’
But when he turned to leave, I said to him, “I saw it comin.”
My heart felt like it was shot, he knew it was broken.
He raised his right eye brow.
(I) Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black and my heart sunk to the floor.
Shelter me from the loneliness of my heart
Save me from those awful memories
Just think of something pleasant for me
Before I breakdown and cry
About that great lookin’ guy.
I hope he remembers me as I was, I know I’ll miss him.
A couple notes here:
-In the third line, “He” is referring to the driver of the car…not the previously mentioned “Daddy.”
-In the last verse, first line, the original (that we made up) was “Shelter me from the powder and the heart” but what I changed it to, sounds better and makes more sense.
The original (see video with lyrics below) had nothing to do with dating, sex, guys who were dicks or any of that. At 13 I knew that much. But was also not an aware adolescent at all and the meaning of the original lyrics were way over my head All I knew was my own little world. And at that age, I’d already been hurt by a guy, repeatedly, who was too old for me.