Monday, May 22, 2017

Stuck In My Head: "Eleanor Rigby" by The Beatles

Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words
Of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there
What does he care
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

2 comments:

  1. hello shannon its dennis the vizsla dog hay how funny my dada sez that he went to pik up chikkin wings the other day and they wer playing this song over the lowdspeekers wile he wuz their!!! of korse my tayk away frum that is that dada pikd up chikkin wings and i did not git enny!!! ok bye

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