I read this was the first song they ever sang on American TV on Ed Sullivan. That sounds right. I had thought it was Please Please Me, but it's this one, according to Google.
I also remember when John Lennon was being rushed to the ER, the reporter said this song was playing on the muzak in the elevator when they brought him into Roosevelt Hospital.
So, maybe the last thing he heard was their music. I imagine he would have grumbled that it had to be Paul singing lead, but to go into heaven hearing his own music. I don't know, but it's one of the things that comforted me at the time.
Oh wow thanks 🙏👍🎶🎸😎 for this marvelousness! In my crazy childhood they were my lifeline to sanity and boundless 😊😹! I'm blessed to have gotten an acoustic guitar 💜🎸 to replace mine taken.
Each time this song plays, my senses awaken, and a surge of energy courses through me. My skin tingles, hairs standing on end, as endorphins flood my system, sparking waves of dopamine that make me feel like a live wire. The air shimmers with vibrant blues, and my spirit radiates joy, elation, and pure ecstasy.
I agree. It's hard to believe this was recorded so long ago, isn't it. But, wow. Their voices just seem to fit. Let's hope that one day, whether in this life or in the future, we do meet with them and get to hear them together again.
I always admired Jane Asher. She never sold her story or blabbed about Paul this or Paul that. I think all the other ex-es cashed in. Maybe not Maureen Starkey. Not sure about her. She seemed more private, too.
I remember how lovely Jane Asher was in the movie, Alfie.
But I noticed that she didn't seem as hurt by the breakup as he did. She seemed to be more relieved than hurt in everything I saw about it.
The Great Hall shines with prismed light
As banners wave with all their might
Upon the bench, the centrepiece
Surrounded by one dozen geese,
A quarter stag, a loin of veal,
Stuffed chickens, sturgeon, grace this meal
By my side sits Francis Drake,
A good friend (but that’s all he’ll make)
His gift, a pendant packed with jewels,
Made me, for a moment, drool
But, while I’m fond of Frankie-boy
His gift was just another ploy
To win my heart (which shall not turn)
Oh, will that playboy ever learn?
A sugar plum excites my tongue
It takes me back to days of young,
My mother, the Queen Ann Boleyn,
Obsessed with staying trim and thin,
So, all her sweets were passed to me
And I accepted them with glee
Back to today, my birthday treat
Determines cakes and strawberries, sweet
Shall pass my lips, go to my hips,
But so what? I’m now forty-six!
A long life, I already claim
And, I’m sure, I’ll go down in fame
So, to the food, I raise a toast,
“My birthday repast thrills me most.”
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