Quadrophenia: Can You See the Real Me? Page #7

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They hated it.

"Bunch of wankers!

Going and fighting with rockers."

Ha! That kind of thing.

The beat they dance to

is another difference

between mods and rockers.

At this mod club, The Chez Don,

in the East End of London

the rhythm is blue

and strong enough to lean against.

The mod girls dance with each other

and no-one bothers to talk

since you can't hear yourself speak.

Rockers don't show their faces here.

It would only lead to trouble.

This is the famous Goldhawk club.

I'm opening the door

to the dance hall.

Along here and on the other side

was a whole bunch of settees

where a lot of necking went on!

And there was kissing and French

kissing and tongues and stuff.

Got a feeling inside

Can't explain

It's a certain kind

Can't explain

I feel hot and cold

Can't explain

Yeah, down in my soul, yeah

Can't explain...

We'd just done Ready Steady Go,

they had been there in the audience,

we went to the Goldhawk Club

and played Can't Explain,

we played it again

and again and again.

The things you've said, well,

maybe they're true...

And I thought,

"God Almighty! What's going on?"

"The Who are playing probably

my favourite song of all time."

They've played I Can't Explain

three times, what's going on?

When I feel blue

But I can't explain

Can't explain

"Play it again, play it again!"

Dah, da-da, dah-da-da!

You know, f***ing glorious night

at the Goldhawk Club that their boys

had gone on Ready Steady Go which was

the big mod programme of the day.

I sort of elected myself as some

kind of delegate and I came here,

I knocked on this door,

this very door we're looking at.

Irish Jack walks forward and says

"There's something we want

to tell you."

I said, "Look, this song is exactly

what we're trying to say."

You've said it for us.

I can't explain because this is what

mods were about.

They couldn't explain.

None of us could explain,

we didn't have the articulation.

So, I said to him

quite patronising, "Jack,

"you want to be to write more

songs for you about the fact you

"can't explain what it is

you want me to explain

"and I can't explain what it is

you want to explain?"

Jack immediately goes, "That's it!"

So, in words, Pete Townshend

became the song laureate of the mods

in Shepherd's Bush, Hammersmith,

Acton, Ealing.

You declared you'd be three

inches taller

You only became what we made you.

There's a fabulous postcard,

we're about 18/19,

we look like perfect

little girly mods.

That's the band that Jimmy looked at

and went, "That's me!"

Then he goes into that band

and finds that these four people,

each one of them is a deeply

eccentric and complex and difficult

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