This is one song that has powerful memories for me.
I was a quiet kid, platinum blond hair, (too) many freckles across a fresh face, and a very noticeable overbite (caused by chewing my lower lip). Growing up a teacher’s child, I attended several schools before graduating at Cass High (in Georgia) in 1982.Â
I had just changed schools earlier that year — IÂ never had very many friends, but the ones who did get to know, and were my friends; they were ‘best’ friends with me for many many years.
Living in a rural area, not quite ‘in the country’ — my brother and I had no ‘peer’ group to mention while we were on our summer vacations. So we kept each other company. If Mom was not teaching summer school, or working part-time somewhere — she made sure we stayed outdoors if the weather was good, sunny and not too hot.
Rainy summer days were a different story. It happened that several occasions that Byron and I got in to an argument — seems the day in question was one of those rainy days; and I was told to go to my room until dinner time.
[I had to be about 12 or 13, feeling very much a misfit in the group of unfamiliar classmates. That prior year had also been a very trying time at school. I had just survived my first year in the public school system. And several other classmates had done enough mischief towards me, it was unusual NOT to come home crying.]
Bored, feeling disgruntled; and not wanting to admit that I was as much at fault about the argument as Byron; the cross-words had been over something so trivial that I can’t to this day say what it was about. — I started digging through an old stack of junk, boxes and assorted items that had collected in my closet.
First, I found an old kids’ record player, beat up but still working — then I kept digging until I found a box of over one hundred, 45’s (singles) — I found a clear spot near the table where I put the record player (you know the type, variable speed, completely plastic, except for the electronics that made it work; and it had the little plastic center piece that popped up for single records…), and dug through the stack — thinking about which song titles looked familiar.
This batch of records had been bought one weekend, as a lot — at a roadside flea market (somewhere), and I had no earthly idea what was included. I just stored it away, and kinda forgot about it.
That is, until this rainy, boring, unnerving afternoon.
I played one or two records. — Um-m-m, not quite what I thought they were going to be.
Then I found one, often played from the amount of wear the plastic showed –Â recorded by Dobie Gray.
First, I played what had been the song I recognized from the top 10 charts — it was okay. Then as I would often do, I turned it over to play what could have been a “b-side”…
From the opening notes on the guitar, to the last line of the second stanza, I was “floored”! I breathed deeply, and held my breath; relating to every word that came washing across me from the speakers; and finally let out the breath with a lingering sigh.
Yes, I had heard this song; but not in what seemed an eternity to me, then (several years at least, looking back on it now).
The emotional chord that the lyrics struck continue to ring true, the words still bring me to the point of tears.
Not very many lyrics can do this — this was the earliest experience of this nature that I can remember.
Just wanted to share my memories which this song has triggered, with me again today.
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– Cathy
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Dobie Gray lyrics – Drift Away
Artist: Dobie Gray
DRIFT AWAY
Day after day, I’m more confused
Yet I look for the light through the pourin’ rain
You know that’s a game that I hate to loose
And I’m feelin’ the strain
Ain’t it a shame
Day after day, I’m more confusedYet I look for the light through the pourin’ rainYou know that’s a game that I hate to looseAnd I’m feelin’ the strainAin’t it a shameOh, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
Oh, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
Beginnin’ to think that I’m wastin’ time
I don’t understand the things I do
The world outside looks so unkind
Now I’m countin’ on you
To carry me through
Oh, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
Yea, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
And when my mind is free
You know a melody can move me
And when I’m feelin’ blue
The guitar’s comin’ through
To soothe me
Thanks for the joy that you’ve given me
I want you to know I believe in your song
And rhythm and rhyme and harmony
You help me along
Makin’ me strong
Oh, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
Oh-ho, ah-no
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
Hey, hey, hey, yeah
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
Na, Na, now won’t ya
Won’t ya take me
Oh-ha, take me