SMALL TOWN BOY.

As obsessed with 80's synth pop as I've been for practically my entire life, I'm not quite sure how I never had any love for Bronski Beat's "Small Town Boy" until recently. It's got everything; a good beat that you can dance to, a sorrowful gay singer, and way emo lyrics about the hardships of being a gay boy amongst ignorant and small people. This song is my life at sixteen.

You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face

Mother will never understand
Why you had to leave
But the answers you seek
Will never be found at home
The love that you need
Will never be found at home

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.

Pushed around and kicked around
Always a lonely boy
You were the one
That theyd talk about around town
As they put you down

And as hard as they would try
Theyd hurt to make you cry
But you never cried to them
Just to your soul
No you never cried to them
Just to your soul

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.

Cry , boy, cry...

You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.

I totally want to do a gothic noodle dance with a fat girl wearing all black and too much makeup. Here is the equally angsty video:

Go, gays, GO!

Comments

[lucindalunacy]

I think I still have some old goth clothes I can scare up and make that dream come true. ;)