Poem using only song titles of the Beatles
Martha my dear,
Hello, little girl. Good morning, good morning. No reply? Please Mr. Postman, slow down.
From me to you, I want to tell you: Julia, her majesty, she’s leaving home. Your mother should know. She loves you. And I love her.
I’m down. Lonseome tears in my eyes come together — rain. I feel fine, getting better. Do you want to know a secret? I’ll be back. I’ll get you. I need you. Got to get you into my life.
Till there was you, there’s a place for no one. This boy — I wanna be your man. I want to hold your hand, little child. It’s all too much. You’ll be mine, when I’m sixty-four. Wait. It won’t be long.
Don’t pass me by. Let it be something. September in the rain, flying chains all together now. Like dreamers do, I’m only sleeping. All things must pass. I should have known better. I’m a loser. The night before you’re going to lose that girl — misery I will come and get it not a second time. You won’t see me when I get home.
Don’t bother me. Slow down. Act naturally. Think for yourself. You can’t do that what you’re doing, what you’re doing to me.
If I fell, tell me why. Every little thing. If I needed someone, what goes on? Another girl? That’ll be the day. I’ll cry instead. Cry for a shadow, crying waiting hoping…a day in the life, in my life.
Drive my car across the universe, a long and winding road back in the USSR. The fool on the hill, Norwegian wood (this bird has flown) free as a bird, blackbird. And your bird can sing here, there, and everywhere.
Oh! Darling, in spite of all danger, ask me why I call your name. I’m looking through you, searchin’. I’ve just seen a face fixing a hole. I’ve got a feeling — the inner light.
Long, long, long, revolution! Happiness is a warm gun, old brown shoe, junk. The word that means a lot, words of love, it’s only love, yes it is. Two of us — a beginning, the end.
Because things we said today help get back yesterday. We can work it out, girl, with a little help from our friends. Don’t let me down.
You know my name (look up the number) Any time at all. I’m so tired, good night.
PS I love you. Real love.
(Source: Alison’s search of all things Beatles and cat-related things for me - http://bit.ly/1l88RJ5)
Fifty years ago today, the Beatles released their first LP, Please Please Me—and the rest, as they say, is history. To celebrate this milestone, Pop Chart Lab has created three incredible infographics that break down the instrumentation of the Fab Four’s songs in incredible detail.
The Beatles’s iconic White Album was released in 1968, nearly 45 years ago. The first pressing’s cover was a plain, stark white. The band’s name and a serial number were embossed in the cardboard. More than 3 million copies marched off an assembly line, each nearly identical to the others. It wouldn’t last.
Over the next forty-five years, each album acquired a history. Some were loved. Some were discarded. Some were loved and then discarded. Some stayed in the hands of their first owners, others were sold on to dozens of subsequent listeners. Some played at night clubs and stadiums, others never went outside a teen’s living room. Some were played daily for years, others lay in storage.
Chang wants to meet them all. The 33-year-old artist has been collecting White Albums for years. “I noticed how personalized every copy of the White Album has become over the course of the last half century and wanted to compare different copies,” he says.
Good old fashioned fun.
Because shouldn’t every day start with a great Beatles cover?
Yes. Yes, it should.
Dave Grohl’s Letter
If it weren’t for The Beatles, I would not be a musician. It’s as simple as that. From a very young age I became fascinated with their songs, and over the years have drowned myself in the depth of their catalogue. Their groove and their swagger. Their grace and their beauty. Their dark and their light. The Beatles seemed to be capable of anything.
They knew no boundaries, and in that freedom they seemed to define what we now know today as ‘Rock and Roll.’ “Recently I showed my 6-year-old daughter, Violet, the brilliant Yellow Submarine movie. It was her introduction to The Beatles, and she instantly shared the same fascination I felt when I was her age discovering The Beatles for the first time. She wanted to know their names, which instruments they played, who sang what song, etc etc etc….it made me so incredibly happy (and proud!). Within days she knew the verses and choruses to every song on the album.
But, there was one song that stood out for her…. ‘“Hey Bulldog” is not one of The Beatles’ greatest hits. It’s what most people would consider a ‘deep cut.’ But it is a quintessential Beatles rocker. The rolling bass line, the trademark Ringo drum fills, the gritty distorted guitar, and that sound that only the back of Lennon’s throat could produce. It stomps. It grooves. It makes your head bob. It makes your hips shake. When Lennon sings, ‘If you’re lonely you can talk to me!’ it soothes your heart, like you’ve finally found something to believe in. It’s so raw and real. It is 100% timeless Rock and Roll… From one generation to the next, The Beatles will remain the most important rock band of all time. Just ask Violet.
Source: Rolling Stone
"She Said She Said"
During a break from their American tour in late August 1965, The Beatles rented a house in Beverly Hills. Although the Spanish-style mansion was hidden from plain view, their address eventually became public knowledge and the LAPD had to be called in to ward off eager fans. Since it was impossible to leave home, the Beatles played host to a pantload of musicians and actors, including the then-unknown Peter Fonda. The entire band, excluding Paul McCartney, dropped acid with Fonda. According to Lennon, the drug-induced Fonda kept telling the band, “I know what it’s like to be dead” and “You’re making me feel like I’ve never been born.” Lennon would later use both phrases in the lyrics to “She Said She Said.”
(Found on Neatorama)
the Beatles perform Shakespeare, in colour
Oh my God. Be more perfect.
They don’t make rock stars like they used to. I must say, Paul McCartney has never looked so adorable. The last bit with McCartney and Lennon is priceless.
To break your Thursday midday-afternoon blah blah slump.
Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals’s rendition of Michelle