#thebeatles
If I were to go play Fiddler on the Roof;
I'd say, no one knows the truth?
No one knows the truth from fact.
The truth, being median.
Fact, being, which, either side believes.
I wish that I had a measuring cup for either side of the scales.
When we stop speaking,
We can, always, listen to someone else.
We get that yitter-yatter
FORMS of truth everywhere.
But I need to learn to just "Let It Be".
©2026Ellen Finn
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 7:21 PM UTC
In dreams, she floats on rivers made of light,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
A girl with eyes like kaleidoscopes,
She wanders through a land of cellophane flowers,
Where colours blend and dance in harmony.
The sun, a golden orb, smiles down on her,
As rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
She drifts past fields of towering blooms,
Their petals whispering secrets to the wind.
In this surreal world, time stands still,
And newspaper taxis wait by the shore,
To carry her to realms unknown and vast,
Where imagination reigns supreme and free.
Lucy, in the sky with diamonds bright,
A symbol of the wonder in our minds,
She guides us through the labyrinth of dreams,
Where every turn reveals a new delight.
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 11:35 AM UTC
my mother would sing me
this song as a baby-
remembering,the power of sound.
for three quarters of the year
my mother she would steer
me from dreams to true love.
and that day, when you have gone
melted back into the dawn
I know you'll still hear me somehow.
for you, I will play, every song- in the way
that I know you'll receive, and retain.
Ill play those songs you love ..Me Do!
Hideaway, Over the Rainbow, Mrs. Robinson too
*ill play the purest, sweet sound.
In Awe, Ill foster such simplistic beauty
Because the day I sit on that bench,
to play the Piano, as I have throughout my entire life,
The day I inherent it's entirety
That inevitably hollow day...
When only my ears
Feel its vibrations.
When only my mind
Floats inside its rhythm.
That day When
you've gone
too.
How will it sound?
May 19, 2024
May 19, 2024 at 7:23 PM UTC
I forgot the present.
I went back,
And watched a flower open yesterday.
Imagination turned real.
There was banter and banging;
Strumming and keying.
I witnessed a chick, hatching,
Breaking through.
After the picking and pecking,
Their scratching and scolding,
I paused in need of help:
*Get Out.
No one is that good*.
Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 11:18 AM UTC
"All you need is love"
-The Beatles
If there is one thing we need in life
It is not water, food, or air
Money, power, success, or fame
But somebody to be there
We do not need talent, luck, or skill
Or all the above
The single essential in life
We cannot exist without is love
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
I had a dream about love, oh boy...
About the many times it has slept on the floor.
Although it never was that kind to me,
Well, I couldn't help but feel sad.
It was me who put it there.
I met this girl last night, oh boy...
She was writing a book on how to end the war.
Although her words could make me cry.
Well, I just had to laugh,
If only so I could sleep that night.
Words have the nasty habit of haunting you in the dark.
I'd love to hear your voice.
////Sweet smell of coffee
Running around the house,
Waking the slumbering sun.
Got out of bed and served me a cup,
Then looking up, I noticed I was late.
Kissed my girl, found my keys,
Beat the moon going out.
Thought of dead when I got on the bus.
Then somebody said my name
And I got back into a dream////
I had a dream about love, oh boy...
9,125 days on Earth flashed in front of my eyes.
Although not every one of them was lovely,
I had to love them all.
Now I know how many days it takes to turn 25...
I'd love to hear your voice.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 9:46 PM UTC
Lovers Lane is a dead-end road
She’s got a name like heaven
An angel on an Ouija board
She’s a diamond in the sky
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
I bet you think you hate that muzak in your ears
Three men on the run
Sgt. Pepper confirmed all your fears
All the crazy fans kept screaming his name
Jesus had stopped that all in vain
His face still remains
As the applause should now start to sear
The one only musician
Billy Shears
Well how do you sleep at night
Oh Yoko how do you stand beside
As he weeps in his derisive stride
Your luck he hasn’t beaten your pride
You better keep it in your head
You can’t compete with Shears since you sing like the dead
The folks who told us Paul had sunk like lead
John was the balloon and with a pin ***** he’d lose his head
Too bad he never told you that your art was only good in bed
Oh how do you sleep at night
Knowing that pretty Paul has died
Oh I wonder how young Julian felt tight
When you couldn’t keep the bed bugs out, right
And when John left the two
You two purist virgins didn’t even have a fight
Well if Sgt. Pepper took him by surprise
Billy had still found a way to rise
You just had to ram it in his size
When you heard Band on the Run you knew it wouldn’t fade
Imagine all the tears that had been shed
When you made those two the critics from the first left you in the shade
Since the only mistake you made was in your head
Oh how do you sleep at night
Knowing that Billy’s took your wife
I don’t mean Yoko I mean the night
But you millionaire you still fight for your own rights
Whilst after Jesus you learned to scorn at the raucous sight
Keeping peace in your heart and peace in your mind sending peace afterwards with the tide
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps.
I don't know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps.
I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.
These were two verses from a demo version of the song that didn't make the final recorded version:
"I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Problems you sow are the troubles you're reaping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I look at the trouble and hate that is raging
While my guitar gently weeps
As I'm sitting here, doing nothing but ageing
Still my guitar gently weeps"
And then this verse which came from another take of the song and is now included on the Love Album
"I look from the wings at the play you are staging
While my guitar gently weeps
As I'm sitting here doing nothing but ageing
Still my guitar gently weeps"
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC
♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♫♪♪♪♫
I: Lyric Line of Flight
Cavern Club / black leather / German rockers / proto-youth culture groped its way from Liverpool / TV slowly sped up / modernity invented / flown in planes / swallowed in pills / I watch the second Kennedy funeral on the screen in shades of gray rain / warming to mid-60’s hues / into the stratosphere / a lysergic surge / retinal after-images / intensities of nostalgic color / that British courtesy in understatement / Paul’s voice a bassline / George a guru of six-armed confusion / tasteful: now a meaningless word / it was Apollonian-Dionysiac / my childhood’s soundtrack
II: Poem
They grooved—as our world became another
up from caverns to psychedelic flight.
They look so young in melancholic light
harmonizing black and white to color.
So distant—yet within our life’s short span
they grow apart as the hair grows longer
(The West’s resolve to expire grew stronger.)
Quadruplex visage: young god sold to man.
I crack up beholding the mid-Sixties
lost in late-night YouTubes, I start to break.
time past: removed from the complexities
Recalling every song, the beat, the shake…
They sang the primrose path to confusion
nostalgia replacing resolution.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
The electricity of your smile covered
In Golden seeds,
I'll be sure that everything will be alright,
Wind blowing in grass fields,
5 dollar pizza deals,
We sure had a great night,
But if i sacrifice my heart in your ritual
Of being true to me,
It will be groovy , it'd be out of sight,
Drive me crazy , my skin I'll peel,
Its your heart I wanna steal,
This drawing of you looks pretty right?!!
For all of my soul prospers,
Trying to avoid the coppers,
Wars, dying , people screaming,
In the smoke with all the choppers,
You were right there waiting for me to save you,
The discontinuation will not ever prosper,
All of our memories are out today,
Blasting in the face creativity,
Pretty shallow but I'd say it's actually quite,
The sunset shining in the grass fields,
In my bed , I always liked the way you feel,
Will I go to bed again? I might,
Beautiful blessings in the ways we move
And creep,
For the cause , wouldn't put up a fight,
Kissing your lips , we love to seal,
The padlocks that are made of fine steel,
As long as I see you in sight,
love is old
love is new
love is old
me and you
We're gonna live a happy life,
And If I have to be a heart-strucked immigrant,
I swear I'll put it right.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
The Sound of Music pervades the air,
As the Nowhere Boys and Uptown Girls,
Come home after A Hard Day's Night.
Isn't it Tiffany's turn to make breakfast?
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
It's like sitting in a boat
and trying to set myself on fire: half-
hearted apologies made me a full
ocean to drown in.
A foot out the door only
lets the light in; some-
how I let you creep
in and now I don't know how
to let myself out
of a maze I didn't mean to design around me
more like a drawer full of clothes
that could maybe hide the shame I
tend to carry;
I am used to the guilt
of having had someone
fall in love with you like
it was an act of charity.
I was within you,
without you
ever knowing the way a heart works.
It is not muscle that'll atrophy of disuse,
it could only maybe
break like Schrodinger's vial
and **** you.
I sit here listening to the clocks of our house
out of sync:
sometimes I was always
a second too late.
I feel lost in these ticks
and these tocks
of all the time we lost; I
was within you,
without
you.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 11:20 PM 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.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC