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  • #76
    Originally posted by Drake Tungsten
    How convenient of you not to mention Yesterday, Eleanor Rigby, Hey Jude, the Abbey Road medley or a bunch of other classic Beatles tunes written mainly by McCartney...
    QFT
    "You're the biggest user of hindsight that I've ever known. Your favorite team, in any sport, is the one that just won. If you were a woman, you'd likely be a slut." - Slowwhand, to Imran

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    • #77
      Lennon wrote I Am the Walrus - enough said really.
      QFT
      Let us be lazy in everything, except in loving and drinking, except in being lazy – Lessing

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      • #78
        Originally posted by SlowwHand
        Harrison could have, he didn't want to.

        Naah he had to make sure Clapton was busy on the axe rather than gettin' busy on Patty Boyd.

        Clapton>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Harrison
        "Just puttin on the foil" - Jeff Hanson

        “In a democracy, I realize you don’t need to talk to the top leader to know how the country feels. When I go to a dictatorship, I only have to talk to one person and that’s the dictator, because he speaks for all the people.” - Jimmy Carter

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        • #79
          I went to a Def Leopard concernt with Foreigner and Styx opening last night... I swear, my concernt going is really not all that reflective of my music listening preferences. Still, it was a great show with lots of people trapped in the 80s due to some mind altering drugs they are obviously still on. I highly recommend it
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          • #80
            Originally posted by Drake Tungsten
            Ringo was a good drummer.
            Someone commented on the radio the other day about a quote from Lennon.

            When asked 'Was Ringo the best drummer in rhe world?'

            Lennon replied 'He's not even the best drummer in the Beatles'.
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            • #81
              Lennon replied 'He's not even the best drummer in the Beatles'.


              McCartney was probably the best drummer in the Beatles, just like he was the best guitar player, bass player and singer. The man was the best musician in the band by far.
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              • #82
                McCartney is single now, BTW
                Let us be lazy in everything, except in loving and drinking, except in being lazy – Lessing

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                • #83
                  I'd shag him, given the chance. Not in a gay way, though. Like a Viking.
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                  • #84
                    I suppose if Dylan influenced all these other great artists, he has been a good contributor to the music world. It's even better this way as I can listen to the artists he influenced, and not have to listen to his crappy music. best of both worlds.

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                    • #85
                      It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
                      It don't matter, anyhow
                      An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
                      If you don't know by now
                      When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
                      Look out your window and I'll be gone
                      You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
                      Don't think twice, it's all right

                      It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
                      That light I never knowed
                      An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
                      I'm on the dark side of the road
                      Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
                      To try and make me change my mind and stay
                      We never did too much talkin' anyway
                      So don't think twice, it's all right

                      It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
                      Like you never did before
                      It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
                      I can't hear you any more
                      I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road
                      I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
                      I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
                      But don't think twice, it's all right

                      I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe
                      Where I'm bound, I can't tell
                      But goodbye's too good a word, gal
                      So I'll just say fare thee well
                      I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
                      You could have done better but I don't mind
                      You just kinda wasted my precious time
                      But don't think twice, it's all right
                      "A person cannot approach the divine by reaching beyond the human. To become human, is what this individual person, has been created for.” Martin Buber

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                      • #86
                        May God bless and keep you always,
                        May your wishes all come true,
                        May you always do for others
                        And let others do for you.
                        May you build a ladder to the stars
                        And climb on every rung,
                        May you stay forever young,
                        Forever young, forever young,
                        May you stay forever young.

                        May you grow up to be righteous,
                        May you grow up to be true,
                        May you always know the truth
                        And see the lights surrounding you.
                        May you always be courageous,
                        Stand upright and be strong,
                        May you stay forever young,
                        Forever young, forever young,
                        May you stay forever young.

                        May your hands always be busy,
                        May your feet always be swift,
                        May you have a strong foundation
                        When the winds of changes shift.
                        May your heart always be joyful,
                        May your song always be sung,
                        May you stay forever young,
                        Forever young, forever young,
                        May you stay forever young.
                        "A person cannot approach the divine by reaching beyond the human. To become human, is what this individual person, has been created for.” Martin Buber

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                        • #87
                          You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
                          But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
                          Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
                          Crying like a fire in the sun.
                          Look out the saints are comin' through
                          And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

                          The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
                          Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
                          The empty-handed painter from your streets
                          Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
                          This sky, too, is folding under you
                          And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

                          All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
                          All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
                          The lover who just walked out your door
                          Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
                          The carpet, too, is moving under you
                          And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

                          Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
                          Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
                          The vagabond who's rapping at your door
                          Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
                          Strike another match, go start anew
                          And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
                          "A person cannot approach the divine by reaching beyond the human. To become human, is what this individual person, has been created for.” Martin Buber

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                          • #88
                            Now we can make this thread what it's supposed to be Thanks LOTM

                            Seen the arrow on the doorpost
                            Saying, "This land is condemned
                            All the way from New Orleans
                            To Jerusalem."
                            I traveled through East Texas
                            Where many martyrs fell
                            And I know no one can sing the blues
                            Like Blind Willie McTell

                            Well, I heard the hoot owl singing
                            As they were taking down the tents
                            The stars above the barren trees
                            Were his only audience
                            Them charcoal gypsy maidens
                            Can strut their feathers well
                            But nobody can sing the blues
                            Like Blind Willie McTell

                            See them big plantations burning
                            Hear the cracking of the whips
                            Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
                            (And) see the ghosts of slavery ships
                            I can hear them tribes a-moaning
                            (I can) hear the undertaker's bell
                            (Yeah), nobody can sing the blues
                            Like Blind Willie McTell

                            There's a woman by the river
                            With some fine young handsome man
                            He's dressed up like a squire
                            Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
                            There's a chain gang on the highway
                            I can hear them rebels yell
                            And I know no one can sing the blues
                            Like Blind Willie McTell

                            Well, God is in heaven
                            And we all want what's his
                            But power and greed and corruptible seed
                            Seem to be all that there is
                            I'm gazing out the window
                            Of the St. James Hotel
                            And I know no one can sing the blues
                            Like Blind Willie McTell

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                            • #89
                              Another favorite:

                              Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed.
                              Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams.
                              In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed
                              To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.

                              I and I
                              In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives.
                              I and I
                              One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.

                              Think I'll go out and go for a walk,
                              Not much happenin' here, nothin' ever does.
                              Besides, if she wakes up now, she'll just want me to talk
                              I got nothin' to say, 'specially about whatever was.

                              I and I
                              In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives.
                              I and I
                              One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.

                              Took an untrodden path once, where the swift don't win the race,
                              It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.
                              Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice's beautiful face
                              And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

                              I and I
                              In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives.
                              I and I
                              One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.

                              Outside of two men on a train platform there's nobody in sight,
                              They're waiting for spring to come, smoking down the track.
                              The world could come to an end tonight, but that's all right.
                              She should still be there sleepin' when I get back.

                              I and I
                              In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives.
                              I and I
                              One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.

                              Noontime, and I'm still pushin' myself along the road, the darkest part,
                              Into the narrow lanes, I can't stumble or stay put.
                              Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart.
                              I've made shoes for everyone, even you, while I still go barefoot.

                              I and I
                              In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives.
                              I and I
                              One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.

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                              • #90
                                And another...

                                In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
                                When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
                                There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
                                Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.

                                Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
                                Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
                                In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
                                In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

                                Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
                                Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
                                The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
                                To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

                                I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
                                And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
                                Then onward in my journey I come to understand
                                That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

                                I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
                                In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
                                In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
                                In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.

                                I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
                                Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
                                I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
                                Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

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