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Teenage Kicks (Chris's Song Challenge)
I've seen him watching me - Jamie Rankin, the coolest thing that ever moved to this neighbourhood, and he looks so good. He's a real punk. He's seen The Clash, Siouxsie, even been spat on by the Pistols.
I've had a couple of boyfriends, kissed and stuff, but it was just a laugh. It's different with Jamie. Or at least, it will be when he stops staring and asks me out.
But when he looks at me - that way he looks at me - God, all these weird feelings take over my body. All I can think about is him holding me, holding me tight, and kissing me.
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I spent ages getting ready this morning - spiked my hair with purple gel, wore the skin-tight black trousers, the slashed t-shirt. He walked towards me. I thought I would stop breathing. He smiled. I did stop breathing.
Then he asked my pal to the school disco.
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Well I got here in the end. Great little story that seems familiar to many, I bet.
The best compliment I ever had was a double-edged one and ended up being written into one of my old songs I was told that "I looked sweet - from a distance" - hence "Baby, you look sweet / baby, you look neat / knock me off my feet... from a distance. / But when you get up close / my feeling for you goes / you get right up my nose / don't show persistence." - I was never punky enough to be famous.
Anyway, sorry for that little reminisce and congrats on your little story.
Happy 2008, Karen and thanks for helping make a great 2007
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Comment by: DKav Online- 2007-11-01 15:15
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| It's a great song, and it fits well into your story. As always with your stories, you are a master at concise description of relationships and emotions. And I didn't predict the final line. Thank you for sharing! |
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Comment by: karjon Online- 2007-11-01 06:16
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Thanks, Chris - it was so tempting to post the filthy vesion, but I decided to keep that to myself. Yeah, I couldn't quite work the chorus in there - using the phrase 'get teenage kicks all through the night' would have been a wee bit out of character.
But I had to do John Peel's favourite song - he was a man of great taste and great vision - and bumbling ways.
Arley - god, yeah - don't ever hear me sing. When my eldest son was a baby, he used to stick his dummy (pacifier) in my mouth to shut me up when I sang him a lullaby. I wish I was kidding. Thanks for the comments - glad you liked this wee piece. It's such a great song, and one of my all time favourites.
Cheers
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Comment by: Arley - 2007-11-01 05:12
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| Couldn't resist taking a gander since it was a song challenge and you warned me I didn't want to get you singing, heh heh. Plum dandy piece you snockered out here, and the typical Karjon twist-ending was sad yet hilarious. Mentioning the Pistols made me think of Neil Young's eulogy for Johnny Rotten. Man, where have the years gone? "Hey, hey; My, my . . . " |
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| Ha Ha fabulous, love the song, love the interpretation, love that you got the chorus in (sort of) |
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