The Visitors

[FreeThinker]

I hear the doorbell ring and suddenly the panic takes me...

The sound so ominously tearing through the silence...

I cannot move, I'm standing-- numb and frozen...

Among the things I love so dearly...

The books, the paintings, and the furniture...

Help me...

If your were a gay boy in 1981, this song was your anthem. The lyrics, the music, the hypnotic rhythm... If you have never listened to pop music or dance music, if you know nothing of gay music from the Golden Age before AIDS, if you weren't born until after 1981, read these lyrics and listen to this music. Imagine a twenty-minute dance version of this, and then you will understand gay men in their forties and fifties. I doubt there has been a gay anthem with quite this emotional impact since then...

These walls have witnessed all the anguish of humiliation...

And seen the hope for freedom glow in shining faces...

But now they've come to take me, come to break me...

And, yet it isn't unexpected...

I have been waiting for these visitors...Help me...

[Gee Whillickers]

As a teenager when this song was released, I remember it well. It's funny how the music we all listened to as teens, as we were going through that literally life-changing time, seems to stick with us forever.

[Camy]

Too shy, hush hush eye to eye.

[The Pecman]

I prefer "Does Your Mother Know."

And that bass rhythm riff is dynamite. Their production was incredible for that time.