Friday, February 03, 2006

Written September 8 1978

Desperate To Stay Young - by Joseph Benfield

Blue Moon cries behind me
Waiting on the warmth of the sun
One of my windows is open
Feels like part of me is gone

Sometimes I take pills I don’t need
Then you tell me Keith Moon is dead and gone
Now all my windows are wide open
Feels like all of me is gone

Easy going Faggot
Creature from the black lagoon
You can push and you’ll get pulled
They promise you the moon

Try so hard to fake it
Stay the same old way
Hide behind the shadows
Be afraid of the gray

She is the innocent virgin
Pride of the upper class
She can straighten up her wings
Its not going to last

Try so hard to make it
From day to day
Hide behind the shadows
Be afraid of today

Old old women
With the iron lung
Can you tell me where is the sparkle
When you’re desperate to stay young

Desperate to stay young
You’re desperate
To stay young
You’re desperate

To stay young
To stay young

Sometimes I take pills I don’t need

13 Comments:

At 8:33 AM, Blogger Elaine said...

Very moving.

 
At 8:51 AM, Blogger Anne-Marie said...

Joe,
This is awesome. Will there be or is there already music attached to it?

-AM

 
At 9:10 AM, Blogger JoeBoy said...

Yes there is music. I was 22 when I wrote this. It was the day after Keith Moon died. I felt like my youth had been destroyed. I have the old tapes somewhere, but they are probably dust. When I can play again, I am going to record it again. Thanks for the nice comments. I happened across the written music and lyrics. I kinda laughed when I thought about how i felt then.

 
At 6:49 AM, Blogger Marietta said...

Hi Joe,

This is indeed very moving.
What can I say? Keith was and still is a very inspiring person.

xoxoxo

 
At 7:59 AM, Blogger Gary said...

I agree with the others, very moving and captures the emotion of the news of his death. I was listening to the radio falling asleep with the news told of his death, so sad. He was too young to go.

Looking forward to hearing your recording of this one Joe.

 
At 3:11 AM, Blogger Sam said...

Liking the lyrics. As someone has said, they are very moving.

Glad you like the guitar. Yes, very Mick Ronson. Wish I could play like he did though!

 
At 11:33 PM, Blogger Chris Capp said...

I had just discovered the Who, literally, days before. My brother gave me Who Are You for my birthday (Sept. 4). I was a 14-year-old drummer wondering what the point of all those tom-toms was if you weren't going to use them. Keith showed me the way. And then quietly left.

Great lyrics. Great blog.

Thanks.

- Chris

 
At 6:19 AM, Blogger PTfan said...

Keith was desperate to say young.

That was a mighty vulnerable thing to do to share the feelings you felt years ago. When you said in your comment "I kinda laughed when I thought about how i felt then." it made me think of the song Cry If You Want. Give it a listen. I love how Pete rips up the guitar in that one!

I'm gonna be late for work if I keep hanging out here!

Oh, I commented on your list too!

 
At 10:05 AM, Blogger Nabonidus said...

I understand how this feels, I felt this way when John Bonham died. :( Brings up painful memories.That was actually a very, very, profound experience for my brother and I. I really do relate.It's like, they die. You can love them, look up to them, rock with them, and they die.Ahem. I think there's something in my eye, lol...

 
At 11:22 AM, Blogger ginab said...

Man JB to remember the date, I am glad you captured your essence. The tone is genuine, awake, angry, young.

Thanks
-g+bb

 
At 10:37 AM, Anonymous Sean Benfield said...

Sounds like a good EMO song dad! j/k

 
At 12:15 PM, Blogger JoeBoy said...

A good EMO song. Is that like a Jumbo Shrimp.

 
At 12:41 PM, Blogger greekzoe said...

I love these lyrics Joe. Makes me think of that day. I remember when I found out. It was in between soap operas I used to watch. There was a news report that was always aired at that time and KM was mentioned. I was shocked but then again, I wasn't.

Thanks for sharing!

Zoe
P.S. Hope your arm is doing good.

 

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