Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my story composed completely of Beatles lyrics? It took me a while to write, will you take a look? Haha…I’m a big Beatles fan, and I felt inspired by this fun yet daunting challenge. Being limited to certain words and phrases was a struggle, but at least the Beatles had a lot of songs to choose from. How many songs can you identify?
Last night I said these words to my girl: “You’re driving me insane.”
She looked at me, taken by surprise. “If there’s something I have said or done, tell me what and I’ll apologize.”
Giving me the same old line. She’s got the devil in her heart.
I said, “You’re making me feel like I’ve never been born.” Should I fix myself a drink? I’ve had a drink or two. “I should have realized a lot of things before. You treat me badly. My independence seems to vanish… I have had enough.”
“I’ve just…Every now and then, I feel so insecure. Try to see it my way…”
Sigh. She’s old enough to know better. “Martha, my dear. I can’t help my feelings.”
She said, “You don’t understand what I said.”
“No, you’re wrong. I know that I’m ready to leave.”
“Honey…don’t.” She will turn to me and start to cry. “We can work it out.” My baby’s got me locked up in chains.
No reply. I nearly broke down and cried. And I’m the kind of guy who never used to cry.
“You’ll never leave me.” And in her eyes…no sign of love behind the tears. Cried for no one.
“I think I’ll take a walk.” I couldn’t stand the pain.
Summer night: The floating sky is shimmering. Bright are the stars; big and black the clouds. Tomorrow may rain .
I’ve been wandering around. Flowers of yellow and green, tangerine trees, strawberry fields. Blackbird singing in the dead of night. On the corner is a banker with a motorcar.
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box, relax and float downstream.
I should be sleeping like a log. I may be asleep. But you know, I know when it’s a dream.
Now it’s time to say good night. I turn around.
Once there was a way to get back home.
“Mister city policeman, can you take me back where I came from?”
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When I awoke, I was alone. This bird had flown, leaving the note that she hoped would say more. My life has changed.
I’ll remember all the little things we’ve done…but one thing I can tell you is you got to be free. Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
Fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Found my way downstairs and drank a cup.
“The sun is up. The sky is blue.” I just had to laugh. I need to laugh, and when the sun is out, I’ve got something I can laugh about. I feel the ice is slowly melting.
I took a ride. I’ll follow the sun. I didn’t know what I would find there.
Lovely Rita. Sitting in an English garden.
“Hello, hello!” She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere.
She said she’d always been a dancer. She never stops; she’s a go-getter.
“I’m happy just to dance with you. Just let me hear some of that rock n roll music!”
She was a girl in a million. Just a smile would lighten everything.
My head is filled with things to say. And though it’s only a whim, I’ve got a feeling, a feeling deep inside: She will always be my friend.
Two of us riding nowhere. Not arriving…On our way back home. We’re on our way home.