I have been struck over and over by the Beatlemania eversince my uncle introduced them to me. If I may recall most of these introductions are by 8-track tapes. Sometimes it seems that their songs will live forever. But what I like about them the most is how they relate their songs to real life experience. Take Pennylane for example. The song takes you to a journey to a place where they grew up. And everytime I listen to it the more it reminds me of my own place in Navotas. Lets slice the song one piece at a time and I'll show you how I relate to it:
PENNY LANE
by The Beatles
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know.
And all the people that come and goStop and say hello.
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a mackIn the pouring rain,
very strange.
(In Navotas I had a barber showing his sons photo's. His son has just graduated to become a police. One of the quickest way to get power and money. Every afternoon he sits on his chair and raises his snakeskin cowboy boots on the table while he enjoys his cold beer. One afternoon, the barber next to him noticed that his dentures fell on the floor. They all laughed at him, and when they checked he wasn't breathing anymore.)Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skiesI sit,
and mean while back
In penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
It's a clean machine.
(In Navotas we had a neighbor who was a fireman...he didn't have an hourglass but he always carry a glass of Ginebra San Miguel Gin. No wonder why they were always late for a fire.)Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
A four of fish and finger piesI
n summer, meanwhile back
(for this one you have to click the link and read about it in the facts and figures section. But one thing is true...we do have a lot of fish in Navotas.)Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And tho' she feels as if she's in a playShe is anyway.
In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim.
And then the fireman rushes inFrom the pouring rain,
very strange.
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BTW read the Dear Diarya. He'll be featuring the cover of the book that I made for him...he mentioned me on his blog also. cool!