Well, the last post, although clearly entitled Songs about girls, featured a song about a car and included reference to a well-known tune very much about a boy. The next song was actually written for a boy – for Julian Lennon. I’m sure you know it and will sing along at the end, possibly with an arm waving and maybe a lighter gently flickering somewhere above your head. Careful.
It was being recorded on this day in 1968 at Abbey Road.
I won’t apologise for choosing two Paul McCartney songs in as many posts. I just won’t.
If you haven’t yet gamely played along with the last random topic, as there are just so many songs about girls, there might as well be another post in a week or so which should hopefully mop up all those ladies momentarily forgotten about. If you think of any in the meantime, do jot them down.
That’s about it for another week. As promised, in the interests of fairness, I leave you with ten chaps to identify from the lyrics below. Can you name them all, and can you similarly give a tired brain something to reach for?
01. “We miss you day and night
You left town to live by the rifle
You left us to fight”
02. “In the stone, under the dust
His name is still engraved
Some things need to go away”
03. “He goes out
He don’t have no doubt
He don’t have to know
What the world’s about”
04. “My brother, you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won’t heal?
Your eyes have died, but you see more than I”
05. “Never used your head
To find out what this whole thing meant
It’s not what it seems
But it is”
06. “You’ve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it’s time to leave the capsule, if you dare”
07. “We’ve got to get on with the film show
Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow
Who cares what it’s about as long as the kids go?”
08. “I got a cupboard full of fleshy, fresh ingredients
I’m very careful, at the same time, quite expedient”
09. “A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth”
10. “With his long tail hanging down
He quietly sits under every tree
In the folds of his velvet gown”