I teach and research 19th-century British literature for a living. But I have also spent time listening to and thinking about rock ‘n’ roll lyrics. Language is at the crux of both these projects, and it is a short step from one to the other. Great poems, like great lyrics, work in strikingly diverse ways. But at some level both almost invariably challenge set assumptions and break new ground – literary, political and social.
Take “The Killing of Georgie” from Stewart’s 1976 album, A Night on the Town. The song is about a young gay man who is murdered in the “so-called liberated days” of the mid-1970s. Stewart is British, but he sets the song in America, where he has lived full-time for more than four decades. “The Killing of Georgie” is the first successful pop song with a gay man at the centre of the story. Though the BBC initially rejected the track, it eventually hit the top of the charts in the U.K., the U.S., Canada and the Netherlands.
In the song, Stewart normalized gayness. One afternoon, Georgie tells his parents he needs love “like all the rest.” They don’t understand. His mother cries. His father is angry. They cast him out, “a victim of these gay days it seems.”
George travels by Greyhound Bus to New York City, where he settles down and soon meets people who are far more sympathetic, including the narrator: “He said he was in love, I said I’m pleased.”
But one summer evening, as George and his new love walk home arm in arm from the theatre, they are ambushed by a New Jersey gang. A fight ensues, Georgie’s head hits a sidewalk cornerstone and he is killed.
The lyric is notable for a number of reasons. It’s a ballad, as Stewart makes plain from the outset: “A story comes to mind of a friend of mine.” It covers a great deal of ground concisely, and within a solid structure of 18 stanzas.
But whereas ballads are usually written in quatrains (four-verse lines) with a rhyme scheme such as abab or aabb, Stewart writes “The Killing of Georgie” in tercets (three-verse lines), typically rhyming aab, a technique that puts a decisive emphasis on the opening couplet, and that quickens the overall pace of the lyric, as we (and Georgie) are hurried on after three lines rather than four:
Pa said, “There must be a mistake;
How can my son not be straight;
After all I’ve said and done for him?”
Stewart exploits a variety of different rhymes (including “end,” “internal,” and “slant”) that repeatedly energize the lyric and produce some of the most memorable lines he has written: “Youth’s a mask but it don’t last, / Live it long and live it fast.”
Gay rights not yet won
Bigotry and gang violence kill Georgie, but the narrator eschews sentimentality: “Georgie’s life ended there, / But I ask, ‘Who really cares?’”
Above all, “The Killing of Georgie” carries what Stewart has called “a pro-gay message,” as he put it in his 2012 autobiography, Rod.
In the “so-called liberated days” of the mid-1970s, people were attacked and killed in the street because of their sexual orientation, as the song relates.
Forty years later, in what we might like to think of as our own liberated days, progress has unquestionably been made on issues such as same-sex marriage and gay and transgender rights.
But we now live in a world with Donald Trump as a national leader, and it takes only a cursory glance at recent headlines to see that these topics continue to provoke hostility and backward-thinking. Among many other roles, great art and great lyrics frequently remind us of the battles that still need to be fought until they are won. We are a long way from the acceptance and mutual respect that Stewart asks us to imagine:
Georgie boy was gay I guess,
Nothin’ more and nothin’ less,
The kindest guy I ever knew.
When Stewart wrote the lyrics, he says there were people at his record label who were “medieval enough” to fear that it might alienate some of his heterosexual following. “Stuff’em,” he replied. “It’s one of the songs that I’m proudest of.”
The Killing of Georgie: Lyrics
In these days of changing ways so called liberated days a story comes to mind of a friend of mine
Georgie boy was gay I guess nothin’ more or nothin’ less the kindest guy I ever knew
His mother’s tears fell in vain the afternoon George tried to explain that he needed love like all the rest
Pa said there must be a mistake how can my son not be straight after all I’ve said and done for him
Leavin’ home on a Greyhound bus cast out by the ones he loves A victim of these gay days it seems
Georgie went to New York town where he quickly settled down and soon became the toast of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan’s elite in all the places that were chic No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he’d cruise and all the old queens blew a fuse Everybody loved Georgie boy
The last time I saw George alive was in the summer of seventy-five he said he was in love I said I’m pleased
George attended the opening night of another Broadway hype but split before the final curtain fell
Deciding to take a short cut home arm in arm they meant no wrong A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue
Out of a darkened side street came a New Jersey gang with just one aim to roll some innocent passer-by There ensued a fearful fight screams rang out in the night Georgie’s head hit a sidewalk cornerstone
A leather kid, a switchblade knife He did not intend to take his life He just pushed his luck a little too far that night
The sight of blood dispersed the gang A crowd gathered, the police came An ambulance screamed to a halt on Fifty-third and Third
Georgie’s life ended there but I ask who really cares George once said to me and I quote
He said “Never wait or hesitate Get in kid, before it’s too late You may never get another chance ‘Cos youth a mask but it don’t last live it long and live it fast” Georgie was a friend of mine
Oh Georgie stay, don’t go away Georgie please stay you take our breath away Oh Georgie stay, don’t go away Georgie please stay you take our breath away Oh Georgie stay, don’t go away Georgie, Georgie please stay you take our breath away Oh Georgie stay