I've reached Mecca.
10 Mathew Rd.
Blessed Beat Les Musique;
In the middle of this winding road.
(Son les mots)
Mersey shook the world
In the beginning;
In the end,
It sailed across the universe.
I get a feeling
Beneath this burning neon sign.
"The Cavern".
I imagine
I hear:
"I am he
And you are he..."
Peaking above holy ground.
Don't ask why
We said the things
We said today.
That weight is heavy.
Life is our hellos and goodbyes,
Good mornings and good nights.
And when I'm down,
And am so tired,
And when you needed someone,
We worked it out... back then.
Why worry over yesterday,
Let things be.
I'd hold your hand
As we descend
The thirty-three steps;
And there, stand again
Like we're seventeen;
Before the altar of song.
In this crypt I'm a child in line,
Buying tickets.
Now hold tight
As the two of us
Twist and twirl and shout.
I'm happy to dance with you.
From this cellar,
Rose sons of man,
To sing and teach
Of love and peace,
And the brotherhood
Of man.
Let's ascend the stairs, darling.
It's getting better.
The sun is out.
The moon follows.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
I've reached Mecca.
10 Mathew Rd.
Blessed Beat Les Musique;
In the middle of this winding road.
(Son les mots)
Mersey shook the world
In the beginning;
In the end,
It sailed across the universe.
I get a feeling
Beneath this burning neon sign.
"The Cavern".
I imagine
I hear:
"I am he
And you are he..."
Peaking above holy ground.
Don't ask why
We said the things
We said today.
That weight is heavy.
Life is our hellos and goodbyes,
Good mornings and good nights.
And when I'm down,
And am so tired,
And when you needed someone,
We worked it out... back then.
Why worry over yesterday,
Let things be.
I'd hold your hand
As we descend
The thirty-three steps;
And there, stand again
Like we're seventeen;
Before the altar of song.
In this crypt I'm a child in line,
Buying tickets.
Now hold tight
As the two of us
Twist and twirl and shout.
I'm happy to dance with you.
From this cellar,
Rose sons of man,
To sing and teach
Of love and peace,
And the brotherhood
Of man.
Let's ascend the stairs, darling.
It's getting better.
The sun is out.
The moon follows.
Edit and repost.
The Beatles played The Cavern 292 times. Best held the beat about 190 of those gigs. I've liberally used many titles and lines from their catalogue.
