We asked poets one question—LENNON or McCARTNEY?
Traci Brimhall:
Yoko 4ver |
Joseph Fasano:
Harrison!
Harrison!
Dorianne Laux:
I love them both, of course, and always thought of John Lennon as the "leader", maybe the driving creative force behind the Beatles. But I always loved McCarney, too, and endlessly played his solo album, Ram. But after I saw the documentary, Get Back, I was convinced it was McCartney who was the force, the musician, and the songwriter. When I saw Ringo leaning on the piano while Paul played and then muse aloud, I could just watch him play the piano all day, with such love and respect and admiration in his eyes, and then the next minute get up and do a spontaneous soft shoe, both of them laughing, showed me how Paul was really the hero, and yet didn't act like one. He was, in addition to all his talent, a good friend.
I love them both, of course, and always thought of John Lennon as the "leader", maybe the driving creative force behind the Beatles. But I always loved McCarney, too, and endlessly played his solo album, Ram. But after I saw the documentary, Get Back, I was convinced it was McCartney who was the force, the musician, and the songwriter. When I saw Ringo leaning on the piano while Paul played and then muse aloud, I could just watch him play the piano all day, with such love and respect and admiration in his eyes, and then the next minute get up and do a spontaneous soft shoe, both of them laughing, showed me how Paul was really the hero, and yet didn't act like one. He was, in addition to all his talent, a good friend.
Jim Daniels: Lennon Laure-Anne Bossalaar: Lennon! Lennon! Lennon!
Maureen Seaton: Lennon
Nikole Brown:
Lennon |
Jessica Jacobs:
Lennon for me |
Bob Holman:
I ate up the Jackson documentary. How do yo become the best rock band in the world? The opening — Lennon at 14 on his third band, with McCartney forms Quarrymen at 13, Harrison joins 3 months later. He’s 12. Hamburg. 3 shows a day, 7 days a week. Hour after hour in the studio. Cut to the now of the film. Still together. A lesson in creative process. When things get tough, let in the fresh air of Chuck Berry, Elvis. And everyone joins in! I’ve always been a Lennon man (politics!) but the first episode opened me up to Paul in a way I’d never been before. He was political in the personal and MADE that record/event happen. But I’m still a Lennon man. Politics. Outrage. Pataphysics. Lennon
Michael Minassian:
Lennon- Musically edgier, with a sharper, more political wit.
Martha Silano:
All due respect to Paul, but I do prefer John Lennon’s genius and vision.
Lola Haskins:
If you knew that Yo Yo Ma is my hero, you could probably predict my answer and why I chose it. But just in, here it is: Between Lennon and Mccartney I prefer McCartney, because of the two, he seems gentler, more humble.. I have a poem called Winnowing the True, which is about how you know the false from the real, and for me its last line--- "A master will tell you he plays, a little" -- says it all.
David Kirby:
No question -- Macca, as they call our Paul back in Liverpool.
I ate up the Jackson documentary. How do yo become the best rock band in the world? The opening — Lennon at 14 on his third band, with McCartney forms Quarrymen at 13, Harrison joins 3 months later. He’s 12. Hamburg. 3 shows a day, 7 days a week. Hour after hour in the studio. Cut to the now of the film. Still together. A lesson in creative process. When things get tough, let in the fresh air of Chuck Berry, Elvis. And everyone joins in! I’ve always been a Lennon man (politics!) but the first episode opened me up to Paul in a way I’d never been before. He was political in the personal and MADE that record/event happen. But I’m still a Lennon man. Politics. Outrage. Pataphysics. Lennon
Michael Minassian:
Lennon- Musically edgier, with a sharper, more political wit.
Martha Silano:
All due respect to Paul, but I do prefer John Lennon’s genius and vision.
Lola Haskins:
If you knew that Yo Yo Ma is my hero, you could probably predict my answer and why I chose it. But just in, here it is: Between Lennon and Mccartney I prefer McCartney, because of the two, he seems gentler, more humble.. I have a poem called Winnowing the True, which is about how you know the false from the real, and for me its last line--- "A master will tell you he plays, a little" -- says it all.
David Kirby:
No question -- Macca, as they call our Paul back in Liverpool.
Denise Duhamel:
Lennon!
Lennon!
Hilary sideris
Lennon!
Armine Iknadossian
Lennon!
Sally Naylor
Lennon
Mara Fein
McCartney. Absolutely!
Gloria Mindock
McCartney definitely!!!
Steve Kronen
Most definitely McCartney. He's one of the 20th century's great melodists - Gershwin, Carmichael, Bacharach, Paul Simon. Lennon's great but he hasn't the depth or fluidity of McCartney.
Lennon!
Armine Iknadossian
Lennon!
Sally Naylor
Lennon
Mara Fein
McCartney. Absolutely!
Gloria Mindock
McCartney definitely!!!
Steve Kronen
Most definitely McCartney. He's one of the 20th century's great melodists - Gershwin, Carmichael, Bacharach, Paul Simon. Lennon's great but he hasn't the depth or fluidity of McCartney.
Tim Kahl:
It is clear to me after watching the Get Back Sessions in their entirety that The Beatles were at their best when they were yukking it up together and having fun. I certainly had a newfound respect for such minor gems, such as "Dig a Pony" where The Beatles are at their irreverent best. "I Dig a Pony" is slyly hinting at the absurdity/irony in all the things the narrator's voice during the song pines after . . . but then in the style of any pop balladeer, the song belts out its preference for you, you, you (the listener/the beloved). Such a move is almost obligatory. Without this sincere yearning for the other that completes, the song would just be a bit of weirdness. But it's that weirdness that draws me into The Beatles, the later works more than the clean cut early work that understand its role in promoting romance in the urban wilderness. For me, "A Day in The Life" will always trump "I Want to Hold Your Hand". I think this is mostly because I want to see a bit of strangeness preside in the realm of the mainstream. Did any group in pop music history ever do this to the degree The Beatles did and maintain such an addled group of followers? It speaks to the absolute freedom they explored as songwriters, and they were rewarded for it. If only real life worked that way, particularly real life as it pertains to pop song writers. Go too edgy, too dark, too abstract and you may see an adoring public turn. Or at the very least get a puzzled look on its collective face.
So who is most responsible for this kind of joie de vivre that underscores the band at its fun-loving best? McCartney is clearly the man with the most tools in his toolbox. He sings, arranges, plays bass, guitar and piano. Also, he is clearly the one who has the most managerial talent, seems most at ease giving others direction. To his credit, there always needs to be someone who is holding everything on course while everyone else is cutting up. So much of the rounding and shaping of the band's sound was due to McCartney. But it was not without a bit of wounding as well. Harrison, who arguably wrote the two most well-loved Beatles songs (if Spotify has any say in the matter) of all-time (and maybe two of the best) in "Something" and "Here Comes the Sun," clearly took umbrage during those last sessions. And to my perspective, rightly so. Paul was experiencing just a little too much glee at being bandleader. But this, too, was not due to malice, but due to unbridled enthusiasm. [Note: The Get Back Sessions are a curiosity to me in that the band members all looked upon that time as a real downer, the beginning of the undoing, but a reflection on the footage finds them having a pretty good time. It makes one wonder what the sessions were like when they were all getting along and recognizing how much fun they were having] In the scene where Lennon and McCartney are discussing Harrison's abrupt departure, it is apparent that Lennon is the one giving voice to Harrison's grievances. He is going to bat for his aggrieved bandmate. Lennon, it seems, understands the viewpoint of the underling.
He was the one who had that sneer of the underclass that would make fun of all the establishment pomp and propriety (as if such mannerisms really conferred a more distinguished rearing). He was the truth-teller to McCartney's keener sense of understanding how to be likable. You can see this in "A Day in the Life" which is mostly John's song, and it offers perhaps the most poignant social criticism the band ever produced. In terms of gravitas, there might not be a Beatles song on a par with it. What was McCartney's contribution to the song? "I'd love to turn you on." That line tempered all the hypercritical sarcasm that was streaming from Lennon's pen until that point. McCartney understood better than Lennon that in the end they were really just "selling soap" and not offering a manifesto or a clear-eyed assessment of the modern world. It's Lennon's brooding sensibility that endears him to me more than McCartney. Paul put his faith in "Silly Love Songs" and they served him well . . . "and what's wrong that? I'd like to know, so here we go again." If he hadn't made it as a British pop sensation, you can almost picture him as a spiritual advisor at a Big Sur retreat. Lennon would be too caustic for such a role. Only later when he meets Yoko and expands his mind to dwell upon the singularities of love and peace does he begin to quiet his inner critic. Perhaps it is the beginning of that process we see during the Get Back Sessions which is ushering the band to its end. Lennon's edge is fading. He is self-medicating, strung out on heroin at that moment to take the edge off, and as opiates often do, it is opening the doors or perception (in Huxleyian fashion) to lead him to embrace the universe and its eminent flow of source. If this is indeed the case and I'm not getting ahead of myself, then perhaps they/he understood that The Beatles would fall into becoming an echo of themselves. McCartney would lead them into the age of pop stardom beyond the 80s. It's probably best that the band fell into disrepair at the time they did, those heady times, when people took ideas seriously and curiosity was seen as a virtue. It's hard to imagine the soul rot that Lennon might have experienced if he had lived through Reagan/Thatcher and the technocracy of today where practicality is the main concern.
The Beatles' mystique certainly derives from the era they occupied. It was an era of teenage acting out and wonder. It was not ready for the responsibility of adult management that computer surveillance has made so easy to achieve. Lennon was the cut-up with a mind that could offer up analog analysis and refused to be rounded up into the cattle herd. McCartney is digital management that offers up a team-building spirit to ensure we feel human at the end of the day. It is interesting to me that each of these "types" yearns for what the other has in full supply. It is an almost perfect symbiosis. Whichever end of the stick one grabs, one can stir a can of paint, draw a glyph in the sand, dig a hole to plant a pumpkin seed, or throw it a very long way with the hope the dog can fetch it and return it as fast as it can.
It is clear to me after watching the Get Back Sessions in their entirety that The Beatles were at their best when they were yukking it up together and having fun. I certainly had a newfound respect for such minor gems, such as "Dig a Pony" where The Beatles are at their irreverent best. "I Dig a Pony" is slyly hinting at the absurdity/irony in all the things the narrator's voice during the song pines after . . . but then in the style of any pop balladeer, the song belts out its preference for you, you, you (the listener/the beloved). Such a move is almost obligatory. Without this sincere yearning for the other that completes, the song would just be a bit of weirdness. But it's that weirdness that draws me into The Beatles, the later works more than the clean cut early work that understand its role in promoting romance in the urban wilderness. For me, "A Day in The Life" will always trump "I Want to Hold Your Hand". I think this is mostly because I want to see a bit of strangeness preside in the realm of the mainstream. Did any group in pop music history ever do this to the degree The Beatles did and maintain such an addled group of followers? It speaks to the absolute freedom they explored as songwriters, and they were rewarded for it. If only real life worked that way, particularly real life as it pertains to pop song writers. Go too edgy, too dark, too abstract and you may see an adoring public turn. Or at the very least get a puzzled look on its collective face.
So who is most responsible for this kind of joie de vivre that underscores the band at its fun-loving best? McCartney is clearly the man with the most tools in his toolbox. He sings, arranges, plays bass, guitar and piano. Also, he is clearly the one who has the most managerial talent, seems most at ease giving others direction. To his credit, there always needs to be someone who is holding everything on course while everyone else is cutting up. So much of the rounding and shaping of the band's sound was due to McCartney. But it was not without a bit of wounding as well. Harrison, who arguably wrote the two most well-loved Beatles songs (if Spotify has any say in the matter) of all-time (and maybe two of the best) in "Something" and "Here Comes the Sun," clearly took umbrage during those last sessions. And to my perspective, rightly so. Paul was experiencing just a little too much glee at being bandleader. But this, too, was not due to malice, but due to unbridled enthusiasm. [Note: The Get Back Sessions are a curiosity to me in that the band members all looked upon that time as a real downer, the beginning of the undoing, but a reflection on the footage finds them having a pretty good time. It makes one wonder what the sessions were like when they were all getting along and recognizing how much fun they were having] In the scene where Lennon and McCartney are discussing Harrison's abrupt departure, it is apparent that Lennon is the one giving voice to Harrison's grievances. He is going to bat for his aggrieved bandmate. Lennon, it seems, understands the viewpoint of the underling.
He was the one who had that sneer of the underclass that would make fun of all the establishment pomp and propriety (as if such mannerisms really conferred a more distinguished rearing). He was the truth-teller to McCartney's keener sense of understanding how to be likable. You can see this in "A Day in the Life" which is mostly John's song, and it offers perhaps the most poignant social criticism the band ever produced. In terms of gravitas, there might not be a Beatles song on a par with it. What was McCartney's contribution to the song? "I'd love to turn you on." That line tempered all the hypercritical sarcasm that was streaming from Lennon's pen until that point. McCartney understood better than Lennon that in the end they were really just "selling soap" and not offering a manifesto or a clear-eyed assessment of the modern world. It's Lennon's brooding sensibility that endears him to me more than McCartney. Paul put his faith in "Silly Love Songs" and they served him well . . . "and what's wrong that? I'd like to know, so here we go again." If he hadn't made it as a British pop sensation, you can almost picture him as a spiritual advisor at a Big Sur retreat. Lennon would be too caustic for such a role. Only later when he meets Yoko and expands his mind to dwell upon the singularities of love and peace does he begin to quiet his inner critic. Perhaps it is the beginning of that process we see during the Get Back Sessions which is ushering the band to its end. Lennon's edge is fading. He is self-medicating, strung out on heroin at that moment to take the edge off, and as opiates often do, it is opening the doors or perception (in Huxleyian fashion) to lead him to embrace the universe and its eminent flow of source. If this is indeed the case and I'm not getting ahead of myself, then perhaps they/he understood that The Beatles would fall into becoming an echo of themselves. McCartney would lead them into the age of pop stardom beyond the 80s. It's probably best that the band fell into disrepair at the time they did, those heady times, when people took ideas seriously and curiosity was seen as a virtue. It's hard to imagine the soul rot that Lennon might have experienced if he had lived through Reagan/Thatcher and the technocracy of today where practicality is the main concern.
The Beatles' mystique certainly derives from the era they occupied. It was an era of teenage acting out and wonder. It was not ready for the responsibility of adult management that computer surveillance has made so easy to achieve. Lennon was the cut-up with a mind that could offer up analog analysis and refused to be rounded up into the cattle herd. McCartney is digital management that offers up a team-building spirit to ensure we feel human at the end of the day. It is interesting to me that each of these "types" yearns for what the other has in full supply. It is an almost perfect symbiosis. Whichever end of the stick one grabs, one can stir a can of paint, draw a glyph in the sand, dig a hole to plant a pumpkin seed, or throw it a very long way with the hope the dog can fetch it and return it as fast as it can.
Megan Merchant: Lennon
Kerry Trautman:
Oh boy. If I had to pick, I guess I’d say Lennon
Oh boy. If I had to pick, I guess I’d say Lennon
David Miller: Lennon. And I hasten to add, with all affection for McCartney and immense respect for his decades of accomplishment. But I admit that when I think about it, I pause at the year that Lennon was taken away from us. Post-1980, the Lennon-McCartney question became an entirely different matter than it was before then.
Christine Jackson
The two together were magic, but I give McCartney the edge—for inventive harmonics, sweet melodies, exuberant rhythms, and tender lyrics. Plus, in the early 60s, he was, to my teen mind, better looking than Lennon.
Sean Sexton
I can’t get over how much they did for one another: “fingers in each other’s pies.”McCartney was a son of a real musician. Cut him and he bleeds music! I used to be singularly a proponent of Lennon, considered him true genius, but I’ve grown to appreciate the melodic soul of McCartney. They were, it must be realized, indispensible to one another. Each had deficiencies. Harrison filled an important void in the picture. It was quite a bit of magic, all of it.
Holly York:
McCartney
Mike Jurkovic
McCartney
Christine Jackson
The two together were magic, but I give McCartney the edge—for inventive harmonics, sweet melodies, exuberant rhythms, and tender lyrics. Plus, in the early 60s, he was, to my teen mind, better looking than Lennon.
Sean Sexton
I can’t get over how much they did for one another: “fingers in each other’s pies.”McCartney was a son of a real musician. Cut him and he bleeds music! I used to be singularly a proponent of Lennon, considered him true genius, but I’ve grown to appreciate the melodic soul of McCartney. They were, it must be realized, indispensible to one another. Each had deficiencies. Harrison filled an important void in the picture. It was quite a bit of magic, all of it.
Holly York:
McCartney
Mike Jurkovic
McCartney
Amanda Russell
The short version: Whichever one wrote "Here Comes the Sun.” (Ed. note: Harrison) The longer version: Here Comes the Son by Amanda Russell In a basement apartment I hold my Little Darling. Orange hair and eyes of sky, a helpless form of himself like a window closed up with blinds. Hard to see past a rain-cloud brain encased in unseasonal ice (I don’t know how to melt it) crystalizing into a new life. Finally done pushing through a birth which ripped its source before cutting the cord. Hormonal monsoons afterwards produce chills of postpartum depression amid June. My mom checks in. Again I am crying for reasons unap-parent. She turns on a song and a light, opens blinds to let in sun, sun, sun. Smiles return to our faces like some old friend turned stranger, out of context in this Midwest town whose jazz in June is going fisticuffs with my internal moods, magnifying all glimmers of hope until for the first time in what feels like years, I believe it when George Harrison sings it’s alright. |
Earl Hines
Lennon, definitely. Claire Bateman That’s a tough one. I’d have to say McCartney. Rebecca Lanier Lennon. Angela N Torres McCartney. |
Susannah W. Simpson Lennon |
Victor B. Johnson, Sr.
That is a hard one to decide but I will go with John Lennon
Rick Campbell
i can’t choose. on what basis? talent? charm? sweetness?
Though they got song writing credit together i see them as different entities,
talents and people. McCartney might have been the better musician, had the better voice,
but i don’t like one more than the other.
Yvonne Zipter
Tough call. But I’m going to go with Lennon, whose lyrics were more complex, overall.
Virgil Suarez
Lennon all the way, McCartney pales by comparison.
John King
McCartney
Grace Cavalieri
Lennon
Catherine Prescott
Lennon
Terese Svoboda
At sixteen, McCarthy. At my indeterminate age, Lennon.
Tony Barnstone
Well gotta be Lennon, though I think Ram is a brilliant solo album
Patricia Carragon
Lennon
Tricia Knoll
McCartney: Let It Be, Hey Jude
Kushal Poddar
Paul McCartney
Lúcia Leão
McCartney
Rita Maria Martinez
McCartney
That is a hard one to decide but I will go with John Lennon
Rick Campbell
i can’t choose. on what basis? talent? charm? sweetness?
Though they got song writing credit together i see them as different entities,
talents and people. McCartney might have been the better musician, had the better voice,
but i don’t like one more than the other.
Yvonne Zipter
Tough call. But I’m going to go with Lennon, whose lyrics were more complex, overall.
Virgil Suarez
Lennon all the way, McCartney pales by comparison.
John King
McCartney
Grace Cavalieri
Lennon
Catherine Prescott
Lennon
Terese Svoboda
At sixteen, McCarthy. At my indeterminate age, Lennon.
Tony Barnstone
Well gotta be Lennon, though I think Ram is a brilliant solo album
Patricia Carragon
Lennon
Tricia Knoll
McCartney: Let It Be, Hey Jude
Kushal Poddar
Paul McCartney
Lúcia Leão
McCartney
Rita Maria Martinez
McCartney
Melissa Studdard
Yoko and Stella! Because--love, poetry, and vegan fashion
Yoko and Stella! Because--love, poetry, and vegan fashion
Corey Mesler:
John Lennon: "Strawberry Fields Forever" "I am the Walrus" "Help!" "Norwegian Wood" and my favorite Beatles song, "Tomorrow Never Knows”
Betsy Sholl: Hard to say. McCartney, I guess.
Nicole Medina:
Lennon all the way
Jennifer Jean
Since there's no option for: lennonANDmccartney
I choose Lennon
Marianne Szlyk: I would say Lennon for the words, style, and intrigue of his character. However, I am sure that my answer is also shaped by growing up in the 70s and 80s. Lennon's songs were on my rock station but not on my mother's pop station, and then we lost him in 1980 just as the older generation lost JFK in 1963.
Kenli Doss:
Lennon, of course!
Greg Byrd:
McCartney
John Lennon: "Strawberry Fields Forever" "I am the Walrus" "Help!" "Norwegian Wood" and my favorite Beatles song, "Tomorrow Never Knows”
Betsy Sholl: Hard to say. McCartney, I guess.
Nicole Medina:
Lennon all the way
Jennifer Jean
Since there's no option for: lennonANDmccartney
I choose Lennon
Marianne Szlyk: I would say Lennon for the words, style, and intrigue of his character. However, I am sure that my answer is also shaped by growing up in the 70s and 80s. Lennon's songs were on my rock station but not on my mother's pop station, and then we lost him in 1980 just as the older generation lost JFK in 1963.
Kenli Doss:
Lennon, of course!
Greg Byrd:
McCartney
Jeff Santosuosso
Lennon was a lyricist. McCartney is a composer. I'll take George.
You inspired me to "write" (compose) a poem of opening lines from Lennon/McCartney songs. I thought your question was a prompt, and this is how I respond.
Stay safe. Screw Putin. Tucker Carlson is tantamount to a war criminal, even if we are technically not at war.
The White Poem
Is there anybody going to listen to my story?
I’ve got something to tell you that might cause you pain.
Oh yeah, I’ll tell you something I think you’ll understand.
Help! I need somebody.
Flew in from Miami Beach, BOAC.
It’s been a hard day’s night, and I’ve been working like a dog.
This happened once before.
Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace.
Here come old flat-top, he come grooving up slowly.
I’ve just seen a face I can’t forget the time or place.
Have you seen Polythene Pam?
She came in through the bathroom window.
I read the news today, oh boy, about a lucky man who made the grade.
Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner.
Oh darling, please believe me.
There are places I remember
Roll up! Roll up for the magical mystery tour
Picture yourself on a boat on a river.
Wednesday morning at five o’clock as the day begins
Here comes the sun king
Good day, sunshine.
Penny Lane there is a barber sharing photographs
Let me take you down ‘cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
I was alone, I took a ride. I didn’t know what I would find there.
Well, somewhere in the black mining hills of Dakota
It was twenty years ago today Sergeant Pepper taught the band to play
In the town where I was born lived a man who sailed to sea
Standing in the dockets of Hampton
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away
Day after day alone on a hill
Once there was a way to get back homeward
It’s been a long time now I’m coming back home
The long and winding road that leads to your door
Half of what I say is meaningless
I’m so tired I haven’t slept a wink
Here I stand, head in hand
Words are flowing off like endless rain into a paper cup
I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in.
I want to tell you my head is full of things to say
Ah, because the world is round it turns me on
Try to see it my way. Do I have to keep on talking ‘til I can’t go on?
You say yes. I say no. You say stop and I say go, go, go.
I am he as you are me and we are all together
You don’t realize how much I really need you.
You’ll never hear how much I really love you.
To lead a better life I need my love to be here.
When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me
And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Lennon was a lyricist. McCartney is a composer. I'll take George.
You inspired me to "write" (compose) a poem of opening lines from Lennon/McCartney songs. I thought your question was a prompt, and this is how I respond.
Stay safe. Screw Putin. Tucker Carlson is tantamount to a war criminal, even if we are technically not at war.
The White Poem
Is there anybody going to listen to my story?
I’ve got something to tell you that might cause you pain.
Oh yeah, I’ll tell you something I think you’ll understand.
Help! I need somebody.
Flew in from Miami Beach, BOAC.
It’s been a hard day’s night, and I’ve been working like a dog.
This happened once before.
Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace.
Here come old flat-top, he come grooving up slowly.
I’ve just seen a face I can’t forget the time or place.
Have you seen Polythene Pam?
She came in through the bathroom window.
I read the news today, oh boy, about a lucky man who made the grade.
Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner.
Oh darling, please believe me.
There are places I remember
Roll up! Roll up for the magical mystery tour
Picture yourself on a boat on a river.
Wednesday morning at five o’clock as the day begins
Here comes the sun king
Good day, sunshine.
Penny Lane there is a barber sharing photographs
Let me take you down ‘cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
I was alone, I took a ride. I didn’t know what I would find there.
Well, somewhere in the black mining hills of Dakota
It was twenty years ago today Sergeant Pepper taught the band to play
In the town where I was born lived a man who sailed to sea
Standing in the dockets of Hampton
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away
Day after day alone on a hill
Once there was a way to get back homeward
It’s been a long time now I’m coming back home
The long and winding road that leads to your door
Half of what I say is meaningless
I’m so tired I haven’t slept a wink
Here I stand, head in hand
Words are flowing off like endless rain into a paper cup
I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in.
I want to tell you my head is full of things to say
Ah, because the world is round it turns me on
Try to see it my way. Do I have to keep on talking ‘til I can’t go on?
You say yes. I say no. You say stop and I say go, go, go.
I am he as you are me and we are all together
You don’t realize how much I really need you.
You’ll never hear how much I really love you.
To lead a better life I need my love to be here.
When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me
And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Vicki Iorio
Ringo and the many poems I have for him!
Ringo and the many poems I have for him!