Un groupe maudit, une incongruité géographique et stylistique, Big Star, années 70, Memphis. Influences essentiellement anglaises.
Une balade folk-pop qui a traumatisé Elliott Smith avec des paroles pétries d’innocence adolescente, une mélodie parfaite et une voix fragile à pleurer. Miam.
Won’t you let me walk you home from school
Won’t you let me meet you at the pool
Maybe Friday I can
Get tickets for the dance
And I’ll take youWon’t you tell your dad, get off my back
Tell him what we said ’bout ‘Paint It Black’
Rock ‘n Roll is here to stay
Come inside where it’s okay
And I’ll shake youWon’t you tell me what you’re thinking of
Would you be an outlaw for my love
If it’s so, well, let me know
If it’s no, well, I can go
I won’t make you
Won’t you let me meet you at the pool
Maybe Friday I can
Get tickets for the dance
And I’ll take youWon’t you tell your dad, get off my back
Tell him what we said ’bout ‘Paint It Black’
Rock ‘n Roll is here to stay
Come inside where it’s okay
And I’ll shake youWon’t you tell me what you’re thinking of
Would you be an outlaw for my love
If it’s so, well, let me know
If it’s no, well, I can go
I won’t make you
Une humeur... une chanson 
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