In a world where songs containing lines like "If ya like it then ya should'a put a ring on it" or "My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps," repeated 50 MILLION times in three to four minutes are hits, PLEASE Paul, keep rocking.
I know what you mean. That repetitive modern shite can't hold a candle to the transcendent genius that is: "She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, she loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, she loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, and with a love like that, you know you should be glad."
That's some deep stuff right there
"living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see, it's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me . . ."
"turn off your mind, relax and float downstream-- it is not dying"
"well, you know it's a fool who plays it cool, by making his world a little colder . . ."
"we were talking about the space between us all"
"Eleanor Rigby waits at the window wearing a face she keeps in a jar by the door--who is it for?"
"She said "I know what it's like to be dead
I know what it is to be sad"
And she's making me feel like I've never been born"
"And when the broken-hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be"
"There are places I remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all"
"When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self
assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the
doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me."
"I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps"
And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make . . . "