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I'm a rocker who likes country
But lately what I find
is that whatever I am hearing
turns to foggy mountain breakdown
in my mind

I listen to Nirvana
And I love to hear it fuzz
But right now Dave Grohl's music
has got foggy mountain breakdown
kind of buzz

Someone saved my life tonight
Elton, don't you know
That right now when I hear it
it's got a foggy mountain breakdown
old banjo

Rock and Roll forever
That's always been my line
But now it doesn't matter
there's a foggy mountain breakdown
it sure don't sound like Motown
there's a foggy mountain breakdown
in my mind
Francie Lynch Apr 2015
There were four pines,
Straight, that branched
Out over the hedge
With holes.
High beside
The cement goldfish pond
They stood, near the fence
And alleyway.

From our rows
Of potatoes,
And needed weedings,
A hedge ran across
The back, connecting
The Tehtercotts and Taylors;
We worked the garden
Beneath the line
Of drying clothes,
Throughout our summers,
Beneath the shade,
And the intermitent shadow.
***** blades heeled
Into mounds,
We five posed
For this poem
Half a century ago.

Over the hedge
Carriages and bikes
Rolled between houses
With porches,
And patios,
Leading to lawns.

Near Kevin's *****
A red and white rubber ball
Had landed,
From beyond the hedge.
He turned it over
With a shovel of dirt,
And broke the sod
With his blade.
He was distracted,
Singing us a Beatles song.
But it wouldn't have mattered.
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Robert Varblow Mar 2015
Julia
I Should Have Known Better

I Want to Tell You
You've Really Got a Hold On Me

If I Needed Someone
Baby It's You
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Robert Varblow Mar 2015
Come Together
Because
Oh! Darling
All You Need Is Love
No song titles changed or punctuation added
mrmonst3r Mar 2015
I found immortality in a dream
something something
A secret Beatles album,
Songs rearranged.
And though the answer quickly fades
I was glad to know.
"She Came In Through The Bathroom Window"
JM McCann Feb 2015
A voice comes on the radio
cutting off my music
screaming with self importance
I turn it off. My music keeps going
the fine art that is “Satisfaction”
keeps coming.

The dog walker to my right
briefly stumbles
and the dog sprints
off.
A moment later a squirrel is dead.
The poor owner looks
mortifies as he scolds the dog.
I turn away to watch a pigeon fly away
as a vulture comes in before he
slips something to the dog.
I start to wonder what that may
have been
until I remember the lyrics
of my song.

“Can’t be a man cause
he doesn’t smoke same cigarettes as me”
Amen. I hit the skip button
happy with how it even
in the 60’s people were
the same as they are now

An artist comes up to me
with a peculiar  painting
“hey” he says
“not interested” I retort
before I can convince myself
otherwise.
Everything I write is a work in progress, I would love to hear any thoughts!
Juan Minaaaaaa Feb 2015
I always thought
orange moonlight
from the corner of an
apartment, painted white's,
window was the best kind
of beaming beauty.
spring colored, natural light,
nothing else. it's beauty I ruin
with my idle self,
for I'd love to be spread on
the trimmed, moist grass,
enjoying the smell of nature's cut.
rather I'm slummed alone
on this paperback writer,
the moon glowing,
the glass a fourth empty,
The Beatles playing,
and the peace I need.
usandthem42 Jan 2015
It is a different world out there.

Where life is broken down into its elementary notion

To something very elementary, that it starts to get eerie.

Like something as simple as a piece of paper becomes atoms and molecules,

Out there, men become a labyrinth of monoliths,

Painted in a shade of skin and made of bones.

These labyrinths are often carried by trench-coats,

Accompanied by trousers and shoes.

Out there is filled with scattered food for the birds

Scattered by the rhythmic motion of a wrinkled hand

Out there is repleted with hours waiting by the window

For things that don’t exist, or choose not to exist.

A world filled with nothing, nothing at all.

A world so big, bigger than you can imagine.

It is quite intuitive, for nothing

Except nothingness exists in such large numbers.
(Dedicated to Elanor Rigby, who in turn is dedicated to all the lonely people)
Sometimes you must climb
Very far to see how far you’ve fallen
Don’t scream for your dreams
If you close your mouth, you’ll hear them callin’

Mankind in my mind
Is a loving thing with few exceptions
Each face is a place
Good or evil it’s just your perception

There is no rock worth living under
For the whole world is full of wonder
For those who want to live a life of gold
Time may pass by, we may be aging
This may all be a play we’re staging
We may turn gray, but we’ll never grow old

That love from above
May be real or not, but don’t **** for it
Don’t fight for the light
If you **** for love, then you abhor it

There is no rock worth living under
For the whole world is full of wonder
For those who want to live a life of gold
Time may pass by, we may be aging
This may all be a play we’re staging
We may turn gray, but we’ll never grow old
If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I love The Beatles. Always have and always will. But when my friend reminded me that he had to CONVINCE me to play a Beatles song at our first (and only) gig, the first line of this song popped into my head. It may not seem like a big deal, and really it isn't, but it certainly felt like one to me. To make up for this folly, I took a rhyme that I've only heard in a Beatles song (an alternate version of While My Guitar Gently Weeps) and put it in the chorus.
Hannah Lorrelle Jan 2015
All you need is love
said John, or maybe Paul.
Argued I once
before I knew
what power love held
before I was enlightened.

Learned my lesson in your arms
became a believer when you smiled at me
and the world collapsed around you.
Love is all you need
said John, or maybe Paul
but definitely Hannah.
Love is all you need.
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