Lyric of the Week: SHE’S MY REBELLION
She’s the one I’ve been waiting for so long
Ever since the day we first connected
She’s the one in that rock’n’roll song
And she’s looking just like I expected
She comes to me from so far away
From the other side of this world
She comes to me, what else can I say
She runs rings around the local girls.
We’re gonna go out walking and make the frumies stop and stare
Arms around each other like we don’t care
We’re gonna show all the terminally hip and cool
That they’re nothing but a pack of clueless fools …
She’s my rebellion
Me and her, we’re gonna blow the walls down
She’s my rebellion
Me and her, we’re gonna rock this town.
She's the girl with who I wanna be seen
And with who I’m gonna openly flirt
She’s high heels and sprayed on jeans
Where everyone else is flats and skirts
She makes the others look like the frumps they are
She flies high above the rest
She is the greatest one by far
And with her, I’m up there with the best
We’re gonna go out strutting and make the folks drop their jaws
Ram through the fences they built ‘round their laws
We’re gonna show the self-declared kings of the school
That tonight in this town, we’re the ones who rule …
She’s the princess of the Jersey Shore
But no one here knows what that means
They don’t see that there’s so much more
Than these silly played out local scenes
But she’s the one that’s gonna show
That style’s got another definition
And when she gets through, everyone’s gonna know
That there’s so much more than sticking to tradition
We’re gonna fall in love just this one night
We’re gonna show it to the world and be quite the sight
And long after she’s gone, all my friends’ll still ask me
Who was that girl, man? Who was she?
©2018 The Hesh Inc.
Just for one night, this was us.
She was my childhood crush, same as the one I had fallen in love with as a hormone-addled 13-year-old during Thanksgiving weekend 1978 ... only all grown up and ready to rock, visiting me in Israel several years later (with the hormones still raging). We were both students at ostensibly modern orthodox high schools, she in New Jersey, and I in Rehovot, Israel, and we were both sick of being circumscribed by those religious restrictions on socializing and fraternizing between the sexes ... so something as simple and innocent as walking through the streets with arms around each other, in a community like that, was seen as a major flouting of the unspoken rules. No music was ever written for the lyric, although I imagined something in an upbeat 1950s or early-1960s rock'n'roll or rockabilly style. Because of the person in question I had considered adding it to the Soul In Exile canon, but decided not to.