Help!
"I need somebody. Not just anybody..."
My Beatles records (and by records, I really mean records, not cd's) are my most treasured possessions. There is just so much history and life and love in them!! I got them all used, so they are well loved. When I listen to them, I love to look at the sleeves and think about how some kid - I prefer to picture an about 16-yr-old girl with a mod haircut, a little mod dress, a ton of black eyeliner and white eyeshadow and lipstick - back in '65 went to the store and bought this album, when it was new. And then came home and put it on her record player and stared at the same pictures I'm staring at, dreaming about marrying Paul (or whoever her fancy was). Or at least seeing him on their next tour. Or tv appearance. It's just so odd to me that that was modern at some point in time. Cuz all I've ever known of it was the past, the past that I only dream about being reality.
When I start thinking like this, I get inconsolably sad. Because those days are gone. GONE. Past. Never to ever return. John is gone. George is gone. Paul is old. Ad nobody's heard from Ringo in ages. The Beatles are no more. That era is no more. It'll never come back. And I missed it. All I can do is pretend. But I can help keep it alive, by listening to the records, watching the tapes, singing the songs, wearing the clothes that are now only sold in "vintage" stores.
So, sing a Beatles song and help keep them alive forever.
My Beatles records (and by records, I really mean records, not cd's) are my most treasured possessions. There is just so much history and life and love in them!! I got them all used, so they are well loved. When I listen to them, I love to look at the sleeves and think about how some kid - I prefer to picture an about 16-yr-old girl with a mod haircut, a little mod dress, a ton of black eyeliner and white eyeshadow and lipstick - back in '65 went to the store and bought this album, when it was new. And then came home and put it on her record player and stared at the same pictures I'm staring at, dreaming about marrying Paul (or whoever her fancy was). Or at least seeing him on their next tour. Or tv appearance. It's just so odd to me that that was modern at some point in time. Cuz all I've ever known of it was the past, the past that I only dream about being reality.
When I start thinking like this, I get inconsolably sad. Because those days are gone. GONE. Past. Never to ever return. John is gone. George is gone. Paul is old. Ad nobody's heard from Ringo in ages. The Beatles are no more. That era is no more. It'll never come back. And I missed it. All I can do is pretend. But I can help keep it alive, by listening to the records, watching the tapes, singing the songs, wearing the clothes that are now only sold in "vintage" stores.
So, sing a Beatles song and help keep them alive forever.
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